Dinner was good. Fried chicken wing, curry vegetables and fish. he gobbled down his food hurriedly, taking pauses in between spoonfuls to talk to his friends, friends that he had trained with for the past few months and weeks.
"Eh why you so lousy just now? The target so near only, 300m you cannot hit meh?"
"Cannot la shag leh..."
"Haha... you yesterday night shagged too much is it... Book out then go and have fun, right?"
"No la.... I weak ma, not like you muscleman"
"Haha.. I teach you a method, you just think that of that target board as a pretty girl loh... Then you will shoooot hard at her ma..."
"Eh, how come that line so familiar ah..." He gives that stupid blur look.
"Haha... you teach me one ma, do chin-up must imagine got pretty girl for you to kiss at the top of the bar..."
That drew a long round of laugher from the other guys, while he just gave his usual nodding, half smiling look. To his newly made friends, he may seemed like a jovial, fun-loving, happy-go-lucky person. But deep inside, he knows he is not. His heart locked many secrets, many troubles that no one can unlock. Inwardly, he gave a long sigh.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Lab Reports
I hate doing lab reports.
Actually, strictly speaking, that is an understatement. I totally see no sense in doing lab report at all when the marker will not probably even bother to read your lab report.
In a way, this is so analogous to unrequitted love. Putting in so much effort when it simply is not worth it at all. In process dynamics, one learnt that it is always best to have optimal gain for minimal effort. It is so ironic that the dept which taught us that are having such a stupid system here.
Of cos, one can opt to go for little effort. But for an academically inclined person who takes the very minimal of pride in his work, it is imperative that he puts in effort in his work. And from here arise the number 1 rule of education: he who works hard, seldom gets the grades and justification he needs to continue working hard.
Ah, and so i am here, slacking away at the lesson....
Actually, strictly speaking, that is an understatement. I totally see no sense in doing lab report at all when the marker will not probably even bother to read your lab report.
In a way, this is so analogous to unrequitted love. Putting in so much effort when it simply is not worth it at all. In process dynamics, one learnt that it is always best to have optimal gain for minimal effort. It is so ironic that the dept which taught us that are having such a stupid system here.
Of cos, one can opt to go for little effort. But for an academically inclined person who takes the very minimal of pride in his work, it is imperative that he puts in effort in his work. And from here arise the number 1 rule of education: he who works hard, seldom gets the grades and justification he needs to continue working hard.
Ah, and so i am here, slacking away at the lesson....
Thursday, February 01, 2007
| Your Element Is Fire |
 You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable.You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go. Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive.Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many. |
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Part 2 of story (nameless still)
The arrow whizzed forward in a flash, heading straight for the red dot at the centre of the board. How he wished he could shoot all his troubles away, just like that arrow. Gone in a flash. Leaving no scars, no traces behind. How good that would be. He sighed.
The arrow hit the target softly, grazing the board, but did not pierce through the board. It dropped and fell soundlessly into the sand. He bowed his head in disappointment, although he already half-expected that to happen initially. But he still held hope initially. Hope was the only force that made him come so far in life though. Without hope, he would have perished long ago, strangulated by the troubles that clouded his mind and choked his body.
I will never die,
I'll never say goodbye...
The world may sigh,
Or dead on the ground they lie,
Even if there is no reason why,
As long as i can try,
they will never see me cry.
He felt a dampness in his eyes as the words raced through his mind. The sun, together with the wierd concoction of tears and sweat, and the painful memories, bought a stinging feeling to his eyes. He brought his hands to his eyes and rub softly with the back of his hand, the only comfort he can bring to himself. What else could he do? What else, he asked himelf silently.
His trainer's shouts brought his memoris to a grinding halt. Practice is over. He headed over to fall in and waited for the night to fall and dinner to be served.
To be continued when im bored.... hahaha
The arrow hit the target softly, grazing the board, but did not pierce through the board. It dropped and fell soundlessly into the sand. He bowed his head in disappointment, although he already half-expected that to happen initially. But he still held hope initially. Hope was the only force that made him come so far in life though. Without hope, he would have perished long ago, strangulated by the troubles that clouded his mind and choked his body.
I will never die,
I'll never say goodbye...
The world may sigh,
Or dead on the ground they lie,
Even if there is no reason why,
As long as i can try,
they will never see me cry.
He felt a dampness in his eyes as the words raced through his mind. The sun, together with the wierd concoction of tears and sweat, and the painful memories, bought a stinging feeling to his eyes. He brought his hands to his eyes and rub softly with the back of his hand, the only comfort he can bring to himself. What else could he do? What else, he asked himelf silently.
His trainer's shouts brought his memoris to a grinding halt. Practice is over. He headed over to fall in and waited for the night to fall and dinner to be served.
To be continued when im bored.... hahaha
Saturday, January 06, 2007
A lost work (part 1)
Haha.. guess what, when i was clearing my things today, I found a piece of script... some draft for a novel that i written back when i was in the army, but somehow i missed this piece out and forgot to complete it.
As i read it, i found it somewhat amusing. i oso realise that it is in fact consist of real life events forced into a fantastical setting... I would say close to 95% of it is true, but the characters and the chronological order of events are messed up sometimes. For people who recognise parts of the story, remininsce, for those who dun, just read it like a novel. I will type it out in parts, when im feeling boliao. Forgive me for the lousy language, this is a draft and im to lazy to correct it. here goes part 1:
CHAPTER 1
He pulled at the bowstring, his muscles straining with the effort.
He had always had a special flair for archery. Guided by his instincts, his arrows had always managed to hit the desired target. Yet he did not attend any special lessons on archery, on how to handle a bow, how to aim, or how to shoot. Somehow, he just knew, as if it was an innate part of him.
When he concentrated, it seems as if he had the ability to call the target to his face. The target board now appeared largely magnified in front of his squinting eyes. The straws of the board, woven in a regular yet intricate pattern; the respledent paints of bright red and white in concentric circles bearing a hypnotising effect on his sleepy eyes.
Despite his consciousness gradually slipping and sleeping away, he still managed to focus on the target. Instantly, he knew what angle he should fire his projectile at, the precise direction, the exact strength in which he should release in firing the arrow. Yet, he hesistated in firing the shot.
He doubt if he had the exact strength in his thin arms to execute the motion. Normally, he would just have been able to muster enough strength to hit the target. But the situation is different now. His arms were tired from the gruelling swordplay training and physical conditioning earlier on. Quivering convulsively from the physical exertion, it seems as if his muscles will collapse completely.
Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, partly due to the merciless sun, partly due to his weakening arms. The metal helmet seemed so heavy and uncomfortable for him, and he was suddenly acutely aware of how wet his body was. Uncounsciously, he licked his lips as if expecting to find water to quench his overpowering thirst. Salty.
He spat on the ground. He knew he could not hesistate anymore, or he would definitely be unable to hit the target. Indecisiveness, he thought. Isnt this what caused so many troubles in the first place? The rift between him and Faith; the drifting apart of him and who used to be his best confidant, Nina; the financial problems he is having now. He hated his indecisiveness, he hated himself.
With a grunt of resignation, he released the taut bow.
As i read it, i found it somewhat amusing. i oso realise that it is in fact consist of real life events forced into a fantastical setting... I would say close to 95% of it is true, but the characters and the chronological order of events are messed up sometimes. For people who recognise parts of the story, remininsce, for those who dun, just read it like a novel. I will type it out in parts, when im feeling boliao. Forgive me for the lousy language, this is a draft and im to lazy to correct it. here goes part 1:
CHAPTER 1
He pulled at the bowstring, his muscles straining with the effort.
He had always had a special flair for archery. Guided by his instincts, his arrows had always managed to hit the desired target. Yet he did not attend any special lessons on archery, on how to handle a bow, how to aim, or how to shoot. Somehow, he just knew, as if it was an innate part of him.
When he concentrated, it seems as if he had the ability to call the target to his face. The target board now appeared largely magnified in front of his squinting eyes. The straws of the board, woven in a regular yet intricate pattern; the respledent paints of bright red and white in concentric circles bearing a hypnotising effect on his sleepy eyes.
Despite his consciousness gradually slipping and sleeping away, he still managed to focus on the target. Instantly, he knew what angle he should fire his projectile at, the precise direction, the exact strength in which he should release in firing the arrow. Yet, he hesistated in firing the shot.
He doubt if he had the exact strength in his thin arms to execute the motion. Normally, he would just have been able to muster enough strength to hit the target. But the situation is different now. His arms were tired from the gruelling swordplay training and physical conditioning earlier on. Quivering convulsively from the physical exertion, it seems as if his muscles will collapse completely.
Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, partly due to the merciless sun, partly due to his weakening arms. The metal helmet seemed so heavy and uncomfortable for him, and he was suddenly acutely aware of how wet his body was. Uncounsciously, he licked his lips as if expecting to find water to quench his overpowering thirst. Salty.
He spat on the ground. He knew he could not hesistate anymore, or he would definitely be unable to hit the target. Indecisiveness, he thought. Isnt this what caused so many troubles in the first place? The rift between him and Faith; the drifting apart of him and who used to be his best confidant, Nina; the financial problems he is having now. He hated his indecisiveness, he hated himself.
With a grunt of resignation, he released the taut bow.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
The lost times
I enjoyed myself on this trip. Not the entire part of it though, but certain parts of it, are etched irreversibly in my heart. It may be the last time i can spend such carefree time with you all, maybe, this is the only regret that i have from this experience.
You know who you are. The bonds of friendship we forged, the countless laughter we have.. times of need, and the willingness to care and help for fellow human beings... it makes me even more sure of who are worthy friends, and who are not. To part with those whom i care for, it is indeed sad; but i am sure someday, somewhere, in this tiny planet we call earth, our paths will cross again, and we will have plenty to reminince about.
Isnt that a wonderful vision, one that may be i should say mysterious and romantic? To meet someone whom u once knew, with whom you had shared such sweet memories... i would go on to say that memories sustain a human beings; for this reason, i like to shop for presents, for it brings back intimate details of time you spent with a person; precisely for this too, i can stone staring at photos for hours.
On another note, I can say now i am completely sure i wan to quit from this. For i had seen how the house has been thrown into total disarray in my absence. Computers gone haywire, sickness, illnesses, miscommunication and arguments; i cant afford myself the luxury of 2 yrs aboard. I realli cant imagine wat will happen to them, to pple i hold so dear in my heart. Simply put, for you, i live; without you, i cant.
You know who you are. The bonds of friendship we forged, the countless laughter we have.. times of need, and the willingness to care and help for fellow human beings... it makes me even more sure of who are worthy friends, and who are not. To part with those whom i care for, it is indeed sad; but i am sure someday, somewhere, in this tiny planet we call earth, our paths will cross again, and we will have plenty to reminince about.
Isnt that a wonderful vision, one that may be i should say mysterious and romantic? To meet someone whom u once knew, with whom you had shared such sweet memories... i would go on to say that memories sustain a human beings; for this reason, i like to shop for presents, for it brings back intimate details of time you spent with a person; precisely for this too, i can stone staring at photos for hours.
On another note, I can say now i am completely sure i wan to quit from this. For i had seen how the house has been thrown into total disarray in my absence. Computers gone haywire, sickness, illnesses, miscommunication and arguments; i cant afford myself the luxury of 2 yrs aboard. I realli cant imagine wat will happen to them, to pple i hold so dear in my heart. Simply put, for you, i live; without you, i cant.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
‘做人要潇洒一点’
常对自己，对他人说的话，也是人生中的座右铭之一。 别人都说很难办到的事，对自己来说，却是易如反掌。
可能使自己麻木了吧，很多事对我来说，已经不重要了。 没有战斗的毅力，也没有很多值得我奋斗的事情。 来去随缘，可能我已达到zen的境界了吧。 没有快乐，但也没有悲伤，人生就像一条平路，平平淡淡的走下去。 也不可以说是一件坏事吧，可以心平气和的过一生，也是许多人梦寐以求的呀。
以前的我，可完全不同。追求完美，很多事都放不下。 而现在的我，却只对很少事怀有热忱。人生太多烦恼的事了，如果我对任何事都在意的话，那未免活得太辛苦了吧。自要我周围的人开心，爱我的人快乐，对我来说，已经足够了。快乐，不是每个人都渴望得到的吗？
自己没办法感受到极度的快乐和悲伤，但可以为周围的人带来快乐， 成为爱我的人心中的曙光，我已很满足了。
常对自己，对他人说的话，也是人生中的座右铭之一。 别人都说很难办到的事，对自己来说，却是易如反掌。
可能使自己麻木了吧，很多事对我来说，已经不重要了。 没有战斗的毅力，也没有很多值得我奋斗的事情。 来去随缘，可能我已达到zen的境界了吧。 没有快乐，但也没有悲伤，人生就像一条平路，平平淡淡的走下去。 也不可以说是一件坏事吧，可以心平气和的过一生，也是许多人梦寐以求的呀。
以前的我，可完全不同。追求完美，很多事都放不下。 而现在的我，却只对很少事怀有热忱。人生太多烦恼的事了，如果我对任何事都在意的话，那未免活得太辛苦了吧。自要我周围的人开心，爱我的人快乐，对我来说，已经足够了。快乐，不是每个人都渴望得到的吗？
自己没办法感受到极度的快乐和悲伤，但可以为周围的人带来快乐， 成为爱我的人心中的曙光，我已很满足了。
Thursday, September 28, 2006
U piss me off.
Its suprisingly how anal some people can be. And even more surprising if it is someone you have known for a long time.
Dilemma
If i study, i feel very sian because i have no mood.
If i dun study, i feel very guilty for wasting my time.
So study or do not study? Arghhhhhhhhh
If i dun study, i feel very guilty for wasting my time.
So study or do not study? Arghhhhhhhhh
Friday, September 22, 2006
I promise to blog so here goes.
Coincidence are so part of life.
Not once, but twice. And both so unexpected. As we discussed about you, you appear right in front of us. How freaky.
Not once, but twice. And both so unexpected. As we discussed about you, you appear right in front of us. How freaky.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
It has been sometime since i blogged. The beginning of the school has been hectic. Too many things to do, too little time to do. A whirlwindish month has seen many changes. Too many for me to blog about, too little time to blog about them.
When is the last time I talked to you? I dunno. A lot of people, i have been neglecting. I am sorry if you are one of those victims. I wished i had time for you, but even as I force myself to survive on 4 hours of sleep a day, there are still so many things undone.
I wonder why life must be so fast paced. Why must we move so fast when we got 70 years of life to slowly enjoy? I dunno. Societal pressure perhaps? Why must so many things be crammed into a mere 24 hours per day? Why was the last time i free myself from this worries, probably taking a leisurely stroll down the riverside, or lie on the grass patch gazing at the stars, listening to not the furious typing sounds of the keyboard but the cooling wind blowing against the trees?
The last time i sat down drinking coffee or beer with you my dear friend and reminiscing old times?
I dunno. I dun have the luxury of spending time to ponder over such thoughts. Such is the sad state of my life today.
When is the last time I talked to you? I dunno. A lot of people, i have been neglecting. I am sorry if you are one of those victims. I wished i had time for you, but even as I force myself to survive on 4 hours of sleep a day, there are still so many things undone.
I wonder why life must be so fast paced. Why must we move so fast when we got 70 years of life to slowly enjoy? I dunno. Societal pressure perhaps? Why must so many things be crammed into a mere 24 hours per day? Why was the last time i free myself from this worries, probably taking a leisurely stroll down the riverside, or lie on the grass patch gazing at the stars, listening to not the furious typing sounds of the keyboard but the cooling wind blowing against the trees?
The last time i sat down drinking coffee or beer with you my dear friend and reminiscing old times?
I dunno. I dun have the luxury of spending time to ponder over such thoughts. Such is the sad state of my life today.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Wham! Bham! It's a jam!
The worst thing that can happen to you is when you lose control of yourself.
The brain, unable to dictate the actions of the mortal body; the body gleefully and freely executes what it longs to do. The evils, the sins, which the brain has kept a tight rein of, are suddenly unleashed. Like a pandora box, all hell breaks lose, causing irreversible hurt to people around you. The burst of anger, the throwing of a fist at a friend., the shouting of nasty words... ah evil in its purest form.
Ever wondered why the murderer kills or the rapist rapes? More often than not it is the result of a weak mind, weak principles, weak willpower. The brain, being totally shut down. A world ruled by chaos, disorder. A world where hurt overwrites love so much that it no longer hurts. Can you imagine that?
You may think that time erases all hurt. But sadly there is always a scar which remains dormant, waiting to burst into action when the next moment of unpleasantness occurs. Like a radioactive decay, the hurt approaches zero as time approached infinity, but it will never cross the horizontal axis.
Recently, I have been less and less peaceful. A lot of times i was tethering on the edge of bursting into an irreversible sin, of planting that first seed of disconcord. I do not know why. Maybe I know why, but I'm just afraid to believe in it (dats another story). Things that do not used to bother me at all are swelling into irritating mosquitoes bites. Chill down, gayshot.
This is not you at all. Not at all.
The brain, unable to dictate the actions of the mortal body; the body gleefully and freely executes what it longs to do. The evils, the sins, which the brain has kept a tight rein of, are suddenly unleashed. Like a pandora box, all hell breaks lose, causing irreversible hurt to people around you. The burst of anger, the throwing of a fist at a friend., the shouting of nasty words... ah evil in its purest form.
Ever wondered why the murderer kills or the rapist rapes? More often than not it is the result of a weak mind, weak principles, weak willpower. The brain, being totally shut down. A world ruled by chaos, disorder. A world where hurt overwrites love so much that it no longer hurts. Can you imagine that?
You may think that time erases all hurt. But sadly there is always a scar which remains dormant, waiting to burst into action when the next moment of unpleasantness occurs. Like a radioactive decay, the hurt approaches zero as time approached infinity, but it will never cross the horizontal axis.
Recently, I have been less and less peaceful. A lot of times i was tethering on the edge of bursting into an irreversible sin, of planting that first seed of disconcord. I do not know why. Maybe I know why, but I'm just afraid to believe in it (dats another story). Things that do not used to bother me at all are swelling into irritating mosquitoes bites. Chill down, gayshot.
This is not you at all. Not at all.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Shit Mood
If you ask me what is the colour of my mood now,
I reckon the answer will be the shade of the shit of a cow.
Why, then, my friends gently question,
I also don't know why im having so much frustrations.
It all started with an innocent question,
as pure as a baby's wailing for attention,
no hidden meanings, no hidden intentions,
yet, sadly was subjected to gross misinterpretations.
I never knew how the whole issue started,
Or how it balloons into an issue so heated,
But there she is, all guns blazing,
Looking set to blast me into a pile of corpse smouldering.
If i could have a successful wish at this moment,
Then I pray that god grants me enlightenment,
So I can see clearly into this matter where my sins lie,
And atone for them before i die.
I hate to be kept in the dark about things
Especially when im apparently a character in this vicious ring.
When im heaped with harsh words all day long
Accused, and even worse, not knowing what has gone wrong.
Like the beef patty of a Big Mac Burger
where the friction from the two patties causes you to cower
There I am, attacked by all parties
Yet, not knowing what has struck me.
It is ironic that we both believe in living life without regrets,
where your refusal to clarify issues will probably leave me with plenty of that.
If you are not so heartless to leave me ignorant in this lifespan,
please, i beg you, take pity and throw light on this poor man.
I reckon the answer will be the shade of the shit of a cow.
Why, then, my friends gently question,
I also don't know why im having so much frustrations.
It all started with an innocent question,
as pure as a baby's wailing for attention,
no hidden meanings, no hidden intentions,
yet, sadly was subjected to gross misinterpretations.
I never knew how the whole issue started,
Or how it balloons into an issue so heated,
But there she is, all guns blazing,
Looking set to blast me into a pile of corpse smouldering.
If i could have a successful wish at this moment,
Then I pray that god grants me enlightenment,
So I can see clearly into this matter where my sins lie,
And atone for them before i die.
I hate to be kept in the dark about things
Especially when im apparently a character in this vicious ring.
When im heaped with harsh words all day long
Accused, and even worse, not knowing what has gone wrong.
Like the beef patty of a Big Mac Burger
where the friction from the two patties causes you to cower
There I am, attacked by all parties
Yet, not knowing what has struck me.
It is ironic that we both believe in living life without regrets,
where your refusal to clarify issues will probably leave me with plenty of that.
If you are not so heartless to leave me ignorant in this lifespan,
please, i beg you, take pity and throw light on this poor man.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Love is
When you send me a report on riots in France,
Knowing that i will be going there
and i detest reading news,
that is love.
When you make herbal tea,
knowing that i have a sore throat
and bring it right in front of me,
that is love.
When you give me a call,
reminding me to bring an umbrella
after listening to the weather forecast,
and knowing that im going out,
that is love.
When you patiently listen to me
kaobei about everything
that is love.
Feeling loved is,
knowing that someone cares about you, your life,
knowing more about your life and what it needs,
probably more than u do urself.
Thank you for everything,
my love.
Knowing that i will be going there
and i detest reading news,
that is love.
When you make herbal tea,
knowing that i have a sore throat
and bring it right in front of me,
that is love.
When you give me a call,
reminding me to bring an umbrella
after listening to the weather forecast,
and knowing that im going out,
that is love.
When you patiently listen to me
kaobei about everything
that is love.
Feeling loved is,
knowing that someone cares about you, your life,
knowing more about your life and what it needs,
probably more than u do urself.
Thank you for everything,
my love.
Friday, May 26, 2006
So paiseh i cant resist it
Haha. When i hear it it realli was so funny i couldn't help it. Here goes
Scene: In a lift
Child: Mummy, where are all those pple going?
Mother: They go to work.
Child: everyone?
Mother: yeah.
Child gives that "HOR" unbelieving look.
She points to XXX.
Child: That AUNTIE oso?
Me: *Sniggers*.
XXX gives me that glaring look. * heng a lot of pple in lift, if not i sure kena whack*
Hahahaha. Paiseh I cant help luffing when i see the look. Sorry. Haha. Heng she nvr call me uncle. HAHAHAHAHA.
They say a child's word is the most truthful. Righto?
Scene: In a lift
Child: Mummy, where are all those pple going?
Mother: They go to work.
Child: everyone?
Mother: yeah.
Child gives that "HOR" unbelieving look.
She points to XXX.
Child: That AUNTIE oso?
Me: *Sniggers*.
XXX gives me that glaring look. * heng a lot of pple in lift, if not i sure kena whack*
Hahahaha. Paiseh I cant help luffing when i see the look. Sorry. Haha. Heng she nvr call me uncle. HAHAHAHAHA.
They say a child's word is the most truthful. Righto?
Monday, May 22, 2006
Wo bo lud
Talking makes me tired.
Walking makes me tired.
Even sleeping makes me tired.
The muscles are brimming with energy,
Yet i feel so devoid of strength.
Life is so exciting,
yet my heart still beats slowly.
The pace is too fast,
Slow down slow down.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Find my own rhythm and dance to the groove.
Walking makes me tired.
Even sleeping makes me tired.
The muscles are brimming with energy,
Yet i feel so devoid of strength.
Life is so exciting,
yet my heart still beats slowly.
The pace is too fast,
Slow down slow down.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Find my own rhythm and dance to the groove.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
10 Good Reasons why I am world class
1) I can inform people of lessons 3 hours before the lesson starts. So efficient sia. What, you still using the telephone? This is the era of the electronic media leh. You are supposed to check your email every minute.
2) Consider the fact that big companies also use electronic mail as their primary means of communication and you will see why i am duper.
3) The exam questions are highly interactive - definitely not dead questions. Where else can you find exam answers that can be so debatable?
4) My staff are the best in the world. What, the book says another thing, and the book is from a well-known professor? Oh well, he must be suffering from a momentary fit of insanity. I cannot be wrong.
5) What, my staff do not know their stuff? Aiyar they only testing you onli ma. Independent learning is the in thing leh.
6) I have the best IT system in the world. Where else can you have an electronic system that teaches its students how to be patient and teaches them the use of the reload button? Absolutely nowhere.
7) Languages are my forte. My staff can speak over 1000 languages, all distinctly unique from one another. It is the students fault if they cannot understand such diverse language.
8) I am better than the ivy league. Rejects from me are accepted by the ivy league.
9) I am helping the gahmen stop the brain drain by importing foreign talents leh. Only foreign got talents, local dun have wat. Local talent is an oxymoron. Of cos let the locals go overseas la. Like dat got mixing cultures oso wat. Win win sia.
10) World class school fees can only be charged by world class institutions. Isnt that obvious?
- Words from a school, proclaimed to be great because with an article, it has close association with an anatomy of man.
Indeed.
2) Consider the fact that big companies also use electronic mail as their primary means of communication and you will see why i am duper.
3) The exam questions are highly interactive - definitely not dead questions. Where else can you find exam answers that can be so debatable?
4) My staff are the best in the world. What, the book says another thing, and the book is from a well-known professor? Oh well, he must be suffering from a momentary fit of insanity. I cannot be wrong.
5) What, my staff do not know their stuff? Aiyar they only testing you onli ma. Independent learning is the in thing leh.
6) I have the best IT system in the world. Where else can you have an electronic system that teaches its students how to be patient and teaches them the use of the reload button? Absolutely nowhere.
7) Languages are my forte. My staff can speak over 1000 languages, all distinctly unique from one another. It is the students fault if they cannot understand such diverse language.
8) I am better than the ivy league. Rejects from me are accepted by the ivy league.
9) I am helping the gahmen stop the brain drain by importing foreign talents leh. Only foreign got talents, local dun have wat. Local talent is an oxymoron. Of cos let the locals go overseas la. Like dat got mixing cultures oso wat. Win win sia.
10) World class school fees can only be charged by world class institutions. Isnt that obvious?
- Words from a school, proclaimed to be great because with an article, it has close association with an anatomy of man.
Indeed.
Monday, March 27, 2006
How accurate is this?
Your view on yourself:You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?
Your views on education:You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.
The right job for you:You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.
How do you view success:You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.
What are you most afraid of:You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.
Who is your true self:You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.
http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?
Your views on education:You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.
The right job for you:You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.
How do you view success:You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.
What are you most afraid of:You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.
Who is your true self:You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.
http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx
Friday, March 24, 2006
When I stare into you,
my mind was in a blank.
Whatever I had prepared before this,
Was thrown out of the ranks.
I tried in vain to match up
to your expectations,
But I couldn't even find
the words for gratification.
I gently caressed though your
silky smooth skin
hoping to find comfort
and relief within.
But you continued to stare at me
with the same cold unfeeling expression
Making me break into
frantic perspiration
I have indeed failed you;
Sorry dear, i never meant to disappoint you.
To: test paper CN1111.
my mind was in a blank.
Whatever I had prepared before this,
Was thrown out of the ranks.
I tried in vain to match up
to your expectations,
But I couldn't even find
the words for gratification.
I gently caressed though your
silky smooth skin
hoping to find comfort
and relief within.
But you continued to stare at me
with the same cold unfeeling expression
Making me break into
frantic perspiration
I have indeed failed you;
Sorry dear, i never meant to disappoint you.
To: test paper CN1111.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Saturday, February 18, 2006
I am in school once more, staring into the computer screen.
A boring day, right after a midterm test.
Somehow, i hate MCQ tests. Not a test of knowledge, but a test of luck. A test where one with great knowledge can succumb to bouts of carelessness and pure stupidity.
Where nothing is given for effort, only the results matter. The ultimate satire at the common belief that effort should be rewarded. You can solve a problem to the last step, miss a negative sign, and get totally 0 for the question. Conversely, you can just bluff you way through, make a fortunate guess, and get full credit for the question.
Is this justice, is this fairness? Well i believe this is the ultimate mockery of fairness. But again, the world is never fair, not to mentioned the fact that the education system has never earned my praise, for various reasons that somehow, i do not have the heart to pen down now, for it will disillusion me even more.
MCQ is so depictive of todays society. Only the result matters. It doesn't matter how you got there. Effort, knowledge, process? To hell with it. Just play the educators' game and make sure you know the rules well enuff to win in it.
A boring day, right after a midterm test.
Somehow, i hate MCQ tests. Not a test of knowledge, but a test of luck. A test where one with great knowledge can succumb to bouts of carelessness and pure stupidity.
Where nothing is given for effort, only the results matter. The ultimate satire at the common belief that effort should be rewarded. You can solve a problem to the last step, miss a negative sign, and get totally 0 for the question. Conversely, you can just bluff you way through, make a fortunate guess, and get full credit for the question.
Is this justice, is this fairness? Well i believe this is the ultimate mockery of fairness. But again, the world is never fair, not to mentioned the fact that the education system has never earned my praise, for various reasons that somehow, i do not have the heart to pen down now, for it will disillusion me even more.
MCQ is so depictive of todays society. Only the result matters. It doesn't matter how you got there. Effort, knowledge, process? To hell with it. Just play the educators' game and make sure you know the rules well enuff to win in it.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Do I really know what i want?
Wandering
Like a leaf upon the wind
Aimlessly
Seeking a good spot to rest its body
I tried listening to my heart,
It ignored me with total disregard,
I tried to use my brain,
It left me feeling empty and drained.
Where, where?
I looked here and there.
Everywhere looked promising,
yet also equally menacing.
As time ticked by slowly,
The wind starts to pick up quickly.
It is either now
or I will never sample the sweet grass with the cow
Even if the ground turns out to be full of manure,
Dirty stinky and unpure,
At least i have once experience it,
instead of spending the rest of my life wondering if the grass was sweet.
Sweet or foul,
Only time will tell.
But at least i will have no regrets
Thinking what if i chose that.
Like a leaf upon the wind
Aimlessly
Seeking a good spot to rest its body
I tried listening to my heart,
It ignored me with total disregard,
I tried to use my brain,
It left me feeling empty and drained.
Where, where?
I looked here and there.
Everywhere looked promising,
yet also equally menacing.
As time ticked by slowly,
The wind starts to pick up quickly.
It is either now
or I will never sample the sweet grass with the cow
Even if the ground turns out to be full of manure,
Dirty stinky and unpure,
At least i have once experience it,
instead of spending the rest of my life wondering if the grass was sweet.
Sweet or foul,
Only time will tell.
But at least i will have no regrets
Thinking what if i chose that.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
天才与白痴 (国)
曲：张佳添/郑汝森@宇宙大爆炸 词：林夕 编：张佳添/BC/郑汝森
你说今天的约会不能来了 口气就像在骗两岁的小孩
你讨厌的是明知道你 假惺惺的卖弄谎言 一样比起坦白还可爱
今天是我的生日 你都会舍得走开
我又再提升一级相信你真走不开
你这劈腿高手真的让我目定口呆
* 我是白痴 你是恋爱的天才
我应该 受伤害 所以活该在等待
等你有一天明白 我会服从你安排
你会发现在我情敌当中我的存在
我是白痴 也是被骗的天才
你肯卖 我肯买 对我呼之则来 挥之则去
演得精彩 显得很乖 不肯流露感慨 oh...
一直忍耐 搞不懂谁是真天才 *
是因为你的聪明 所以没人知道你的情人长得帅不帅
而每一个人为你魅力 来得很快受了伤害去得也快
搞得不愉快 我故意置身意外 甚么都不去责怪
无知让自己可以保持自由和自在 还是睁一只眼闭一只眼熬到现在
曲：张佳添/郑汝森@宇宙大爆炸 词：林夕 编：张佳添/BC/郑汝森
你说今天的约会不能来了 口气就像在骗两岁的小孩
你讨厌的是明知道你 假惺惺的卖弄谎言 一样比起坦白还可爱
今天是我的生日 你都会舍得走开
我又再提升一级相信你真走不开
你这劈腿高手真的让我目定口呆
* 我是白痴 你是恋爱的天才
我应该 受伤害 所以活该在等待
等你有一天明白 我会服从你安排
你会发现在我情敌当中我的存在
我是白痴 也是被骗的天才
你肯卖 我肯买 对我呼之则来 挥之则去
演得精彩 显得很乖 不肯流露感慨 oh...
一直忍耐 搞不懂谁是真天才 *
是因为你的聪明 所以没人知道你的情人长得帅不帅
而每一个人为你魅力 来得很快受了伤害去得也快
搞得不愉快 我故意置身意外 甚么都不去责怪
无知让自己可以保持自由和自在 还是睁一只眼闭一只眼熬到现在
Monday, January 30, 2006
新年用华文写
一直追逐自己渴望的幸福的我，
往往忘了身在此刻的我，
其实也是蛮幸福的。
有深爱我的你，
出现在我生活里，
我还有什么资格埋怨现在的处境？
有疼爱我的家人，
有关心我的朋友们，
这世界是多美好啊！
也许你们不是我眼中完美的情人，朋友，亲人，
但我也何尝不是个有瑕疵的人，
也许我永远无法找到我追逐的幸福，
.
..
...
但，
有了你们，
我，
已足够了。
往往忘了身在此刻的我，
其实也是蛮幸福的。
有深爱我的你，
出现在我生活里，
我还有什么资格埋怨现在的处境？
有疼爱我的家人，
有关心我的朋友们，
这世界是多美好啊！
也许你们不是我眼中完美的情人，朋友，亲人，
但我也何尝不是个有瑕疵的人，
也许我永远无法找到我追逐的幸福，
.
..
...
但，
有了你们，
我，
已足够了。
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Happy Lunar New Year
A simple greeting to all those out there this festive season.
May you all achieve what your heart most desire and enjoy a fruitful year ahead of you.
May you all achieve what your heart most desire and enjoy a fruitful year ahead of you.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
How long
How long has it been since you stared at'e sky,
Lazing around in the cool tranquil night.
Appreciate as the clouds gently goes by,
As the twinkling stars give mellowing light.
How long has it been since you closed your eyes,
Listening to the sound of your breathing,
Casting aside all your worries and sighs,
Immersing in'e chorus your bod's singing.
How long has it been since you embrace life,
To find joy as the rain soaked the parched soil,
As leaves rustle and the greeneries thrive,
Seeking calm peace admidst all the turmoil.
How long has it been since you spent real time,
Cleansing yourself'f hectic society's grime?
Lazing around in the cool tranquil night.
Appreciate as the clouds gently goes by,
As the twinkling stars give mellowing light.
How long has it been since you closed your eyes,
Listening to the sound of your breathing,
Casting aside all your worries and sighs,
Immersing in'e chorus your bod's singing.
How long has it been since you embrace life,
To find joy as the rain soaked the parched soil,
As leaves rustle and the greeneries thrive,
Seeking calm peace admidst all the turmoil.
How long has it been since you spent real time,
Cleansing yourself'f hectic society's grime?
Monday, January 23, 2006
Your #1 Match: ISFP |
| The Artist You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now).You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children.Simply put, you enjoy bueaty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life.Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs. You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer. |
Your #2 Match: INFP |
| The Idealist You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop. You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist. |
Your #3 Match: ISFJ |
| The Nurturer You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.A good listener, you excell at helping others in practical ways.In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for. You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist. |
Your #4 Match: ISTP |
| The Mechanic You are calm and collected, even in the most difficult of situations.A person of action and self-direction, you love being independent.To outsiders yous eem impulsive, surprising, and unpredictable.You are good at understanding how all things work, except for people. You would make an excellent pilot, forensic pathologist, or athlete. |
Your #5 Match: INFJ |
| The Protector You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them. You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher. |
Friday, January 20, 2006
Is evil inevitable?
Inspired by a recent mass debate about the age-old controversy about whether evil is inevitable, i hereby shall share my sentiments and thoughts on this issue.
First, to kick off the discussion, we need a definition of evil. I would define it as bearing morally reprehensive thoughts or conduct that goes against moral values. Some of you may disagree, if no manifestation of the evil occurs, how then could you call the person evil?
The following opinions sought to debunk the idea.
1. The only thing separating a man from committing evil may be only social punishment and reprimand. If so, the evil is inherent in the person. Fear is the only thing separating the person from committing evil. Remove the fear, and it is likely he will commit the evil.
2. Evil thoughts thus often develop into real life actions, especially if the person is of weak moral strength. Recall Macbeth? How is it that such a seemingly loyal subject to the king be eventually so wicked? It can be said that the cause of it is the evil taking over his own internal forces which has been supressing it so far.
Hence, i deem it sufficient to declare one tainted by evil as long as he harbours intention. Note that i did not call the person evil. If i did that i would be declaring the whole world evil, which is unfair. To simplify things, one can take it as a relative thing- if one harbours more satanic thought/actions than goodwill, then he is evil overall. Otherwise, i still think he is a fine human specimen, which is unfortunately also implying he is susceptible to evil.
Having strayed away so far from the original topic, you may ask WHAT IS YOUR POINT? My stand is that evil is inevitable, to be human is to experience evil, to be evil to a certain extent. This is because I feel that emotions are definite of human nature, and to experience is emotion is indeed to be susceptible to evil. You may think of me as a pessimist, and a cynic, but i am a strong believer in logic.
Terry Goodkind wrote in his Sword of truth series, " The only soverignty i can allow to rule myself is logic, faith and feelings are darkness to reason's light ". Some of the seven sins, such as anger or jealousy, is also highly emotive in nature. I am not saying human cannot experience emotions, all i am saying is that embracing emotions make you susceptible to evil, more often than not, even those with the highest moral integrity will suffer from the occasional invasion of pernicious thoughts.
To be human is to indeed experience emotions. And to experience emotions, is to make yourself highly susceptible to evil. Unless you can reach the peak of zen, and view all emotive happenings with a peaceful mind and heart, using reason as your main source of mental power, i can say that it is inevitable you will have close encounters with the devil sometime in your life.
Next up, the argument on what constitutes moral values.... next time ba.
First, to kick off the discussion, we need a definition of evil. I would define it as bearing morally reprehensive thoughts or conduct that goes against moral values. Some of you may disagree, if no manifestation of the evil occurs, how then could you call the person evil?
The following opinions sought to debunk the idea.
1. The only thing separating a man from committing evil may be only social punishment and reprimand. If so, the evil is inherent in the person. Fear is the only thing separating the person from committing evil. Remove the fear, and it is likely he will commit the evil.
2. Evil thoughts thus often develop into real life actions, especially if the person is of weak moral strength. Recall Macbeth? How is it that such a seemingly loyal subject to the king be eventually so wicked? It can be said that the cause of it is the evil taking over his own internal forces which has been supressing it so far.
Hence, i deem it sufficient to declare one tainted by evil as long as he harbours intention. Note that i did not call the person evil. If i did that i would be declaring the whole world evil, which is unfair. To simplify things, one can take it as a relative thing- if one harbours more satanic thought/actions than goodwill, then he is evil overall. Otherwise, i still think he is a fine human specimen, which is unfortunately also implying he is susceptible to evil.
Having strayed away so far from the original topic, you may ask WHAT IS YOUR POINT? My stand is that evil is inevitable, to be human is to experience evil, to be evil to a certain extent. This is because I feel that emotions are definite of human nature, and to experience is emotion is indeed to be susceptible to evil. You may think of me as a pessimist, and a cynic, but i am a strong believer in logic.
Terry Goodkind wrote in his Sword of truth series, " The only soverignty i can allow to rule myself is logic, faith and feelings are darkness to reason's light ". Some of the seven sins, such as anger or jealousy, is also highly emotive in nature. I am not saying human cannot experience emotions, all i am saying is that embracing emotions make you susceptible to evil, more often than not, even those with the highest moral integrity will suffer from the occasional invasion of pernicious thoughts.
To be human is to indeed experience emotions. And to experience emotions, is to make yourself highly susceptible to evil. Unless you can reach the peak of zen, and view all emotive happenings with a peaceful mind and heart, using reason as your main source of mental power, i can say that it is inevitable you will have close encounters with the devil sometime in your life.
Next up, the argument on what constitutes moral values.... next time ba.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Erm Erm
You scored as Psychology. You should be a Psychology major!
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Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
Rain
I used to love the rain. The coolness in the air around me, the laziness generated in me. The craving for a nice bed to lie down, the satisfaction gained from drinking a cup of hot coffee. The feeling of the rain falling on me is undescribeable, it is as though the world has stop spinning, stopping just for you and the rain. No one else crazy enough to be a target for lightning, me, just me alone, with only the pattering sounds of the rain for accompaniment. A sense of calmness, a feeling of simple satisfaction.
Slowly, I grew up to loathe what i used to love. Seeing the rain means a disruption of earlier plans, a disruption of life. It becomes something that hampers my life instead of a kind of simple enjoyment. It draws a sad melancholy, bringing back sad memories. It makes me feel so cold and miserable and imprisoned.
I don't know what sparked the change in me. Maybe it is part of growing up. To be more efficient. To be an adult. A screwed up adult. To be so focused on getting my goal, that I not only forget to enjoy the process, but also fail to enjoy the minor things that nature brought me. That's why i enjoyed that day. The vanishing rain, i felt it again. Not only physically, but also emotionally.
Slowly, I grew up to loathe what i used to love. Seeing the rain means a disruption of earlier plans, a disruption of life. It becomes something that hampers my life instead of a kind of simple enjoyment. It draws a sad melancholy, bringing back sad memories. It makes me feel so cold and miserable and imprisoned.
I don't know what sparked the change in me. Maybe it is part of growing up. To be more efficient. To be an adult. A screwed up adult. To be so focused on getting my goal, that I not only forget to enjoy the process, but also fail to enjoy the minor things that nature brought me. That's why i enjoyed that day. The vanishing rain, i felt it again. Not only physically, but also emotionally.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
2005
2005 is a year of transition.
It marks the end of the green era. No more bunks, cookhouse, turnouts. Welcome books, lecturers and muggers.
A refreshing change? Maybe. I don't really know how im thinking now. I'm confused, as with all major changes in my life. People come and go in my life. People who were once important were now mere acquaintances. People who were once just acquaintances become indispensable in my life. It makes me wonder, how fickle humans really are. Everlasting relationships. The "We will always be best friends, I will never forget you" that we used to scribble so fondly on pri school guestbooks last time. A possible reality? Maybe but I'm skeptical.
Those who I spend late nights talking to, who i bare my heart to, where are you now? A part of me wants to find out, to get into your life again, to rediscover the beautiful memories we shared. But maybe the reason why memories are so precious is perhaps it is so hard to relive it. The wheel turns, as I'm fond of saying. Everyone moves on. A part of me resist the reunion. The inertia, the awkwardness, the weirdness. I want to, but somehow i cannot convince myself to do it. So if you cherish me, please take the initiative, Im ahgua.
If I say i loved army, maybe a quarter will laugh, a third will say i crazy and half will say i am lying. But I'm not. I'm serious. I may have said it countless time before, but really i left army with a tinge of sadness. As when i leave every place for the next, I lose friends. Maybe it is my fault, i cannot be bothered to keep in contact with most of them except a bare few. But u cannot blame me. Im a weird person. I want to call you, but i kept thinking, you must be busy with your own life, just as I am with mine. It is a mental barrier that sadly, up till this day, i cannot overcome. Absence makes the heart grows fonder? my foot. It only makes me wonder, wonder who's the idiot that say that.
That's partly why i hate school. I see you in school yet i don't talk to you much. The depth at which we used to converse at has now become shallower and superficial. It's so weird when i talk to you. This is partly why, i strongly believe lovers can never be friends again. Where we once are comfortable to share anything under the sun, how can you just be content with saying Hi and Bye? Once close classmates, now cannot even conjure up words to last a 20 minutes bus ride?
People have said Im dao. Maybe it is because I don;t want to know you. At least I can talk to strangers. But i can't talk to a friend-turned acquaintance. If so, i rather you not be my friend at all, honestly. Pessimistic, cynical? Yes, I know i am.
Because of all these. 2005 is a thinking year for me. It is a year which is important to me, as is symbolic by the passing of the legal adult age. I learn, i experience and then i think. For better or worse, I don't know. I hope it is the former. A lot of things happen in 2005. But things are still mundane. They come and go. But what they cause in me is a permanent change. And only that is important. The end justify the means, ya?
On a lighter note, 2005, if u look at it in a calculator, is exactly a mirror image. To those mathematically inclined students, it means it has one axis of symmetry.
It marks the end of the green era. No more bunks, cookhouse, turnouts. Welcome books, lecturers and muggers.
A refreshing change? Maybe. I don't really know how im thinking now. I'm confused, as with all major changes in my life. People come and go in my life. People who were once important were now mere acquaintances. People who were once just acquaintances become indispensable in my life. It makes me wonder, how fickle humans really are. Everlasting relationships. The "We will always be best friends, I will never forget you" that we used to scribble so fondly on pri school guestbooks last time. A possible reality? Maybe but I'm skeptical.
Those who I spend late nights talking to, who i bare my heart to, where are you now? A part of me wants to find out, to get into your life again, to rediscover the beautiful memories we shared. But maybe the reason why memories are so precious is perhaps it is so hard to relive it. The wheel turns, as I'm fond of saying. Everyone moves on. A part of me resist the reunion. The inertia, the awkwardness, the weirdness. I want to, but somehow i cannot convince myself to do it. So if you cherish me, please take the initiative, Im ahgua.
If I say i loved army, maybe a quarter will laugh, a third will say i crazy and half will say i am lying. But I'm not. I'm serious. I may have said it countless time before, but really i left army with a tinge of sadness. As when i leave every place for the next, I lose friends. Maybe it is my fault, i cannot be bothered to keep in contact with most of them except a bare few. But u cannot blame me. Im a weird person. I want to call you, but i kept thinking, you must be busy with your own life, just as I am with mine. It is a mental barrier that sadly, up till this day, i cannot overcome. Absence makes the heart grows fonder? my foot. It only makes me wonder, wonder who's the idiot that say that.
That's partly why i hate school. I see you in school yet i don't talk to you much. The depth at which we used to converse at has now become shallower and superficial. It's so weird when i talk to you. This is partly why, i strongly believe lovers can never be friends again. Where we once are comfortable to share anything under the sun, how can you just be content with saying Hi and Bye? Once close classmates, now cannot even conjure up words to last a 20 minutes bus ride?
People have said Im dao. Maybe it is because I don;t want to know you. At least I can talk to strangers. But i can't talk to a friend-turned acquaintance. If so, i rather you not be my friend at all, honestly. Pessimistic, cynical? Yes, I know i am.
Because of all these. 2005 is a thinking year for me. It is a year which is important to me, as is symbolic by the passing of the legal adult age. I learn, i experience and then i think. For better or worse, I don't know. I hope it is the former. A lot of things happen in 2005. But things are still mundane. They come and go. But what they cause in me is a permanent change. And only that is important. The end justify the means, ya?
On a lighter note, 2005, if u look at it in a calculator, is exactly a mirror image. To those mathematically inclined students, it means it has one axis of symmetry.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Fate is...
When u meet her 3 times in a week
U couldnt help but take more than just a peek
When u realise that it is on different buses that u all meet
U begin to think that onli fate can sum up this miraculous feat
Determine not to let this fate go to waste
Ur heart begines to jump up and down excitedly and in haste
As you sought your mind for an opener
that can bridge the difference in age and bring your minds together
Her cute face melts even the coldest hearts
Make me forget the speech prepared in my mind, the parts
which i wanted to say to her
in that moment evaporated and disappear
Never mind that that's probably the last time in my life she came
at least i can say i know her beautiful name.
U couldnt help but take more than just a peek
When u realise that it is on different buses that u all meet
U begin to think that onli fate can sum up this miraculous feat
Determine not to let this fate go to waste
Ur heart begines to jump up and down excitedly and in haste
As you sought your mind for an opener
that can bridge the difference in age and bring your minds together
Her cute face melts even the coldest hearts
Make me forget the speech prepared in my mind, the parts
which i wanted to say to her
in that moment evaporated and disappear
Never mind that that's probably the last time in my life she came
at least i can say i know her beautiful name.
Monday, December 12, 2005
5th type of KTV behaviour, generously suggested by my fren
5th type
This type shall be classified as the loud speakers. Due to the overwhelming music in the background, these people, when trying to talk, raise their voices to a ridiculously loud level, overpowering the singer. How to sing when u cannot hear the music or ur own voice? The singer, is thus crippled by these irritating voices, and cannot sing effectively. This is in fact a good counter to the cannot-make-it mic hoggers. It serves as a deterrent for lousy singing. Whenever pple sing lousily, start to shout. It will indicate ur disinterest and piss them off.
However, do note that this group of pple are disrespectful. As we learn in school, when someone is presenting something, u better diam diam. However, we must weigh carefully whether the ends justify the means. Does someone singing like shit grant us the power to be disrespectful towards him? I dunno. U decide for urself.
This type shall be classified as the loud speakers. Due to the overwhelming music in the background, these people, when trying to talk, raise their voices to a ridiculously loud level, overpowering the singer. How to sing when u cannot hear the music or ur own voice? The singer, is thus crippled by these irritating voices, and cannot sing effectively. This is in fact a good counter to the cannot-make-it mic hoggers. It serves as a deterrent for lousy singing. Whenever pple sing lousily, start to shout. It will indicate ur disinterest and piss them off.
However, do note that this group of pple are disrespectful. As we learn in school, when someone is presenting something, u better diam diam. However, we must weigh carefully whether the ends justify the means. Does someone singing like shit grant us the power to be disrespectful towards him? I dunno. U decide for urself.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
KTV types
The following groups of people are the different types of people at KTV.
1) Mic hogger
This group of people is the most powerful of all. They take the mic and treat it as their own. Whether they know how to sing or not, whether their voice good or not, it doesnt matter, though by observations, it is statistically significant that majority of this cohort belongs to the cannot-make-it subclass. Y they do this is virtually unknown. Possible hypothesis are as follows:
a) To get ur money's worth.
Such people want to squeeze every cent out of what they paid. As such, it is perfectly logical that they want to utilise all their time singing. Though equating value to the amount of times u sing, or the amount of fingerprints or saliva u leave on the mic is unreasonable, try reasoning to these pple. I assure u that trying to convince someone that he is gay would be a less daunting task.
b) To prevent others from singing
Ah... this is evil. By hogging the mic, u can prevent people with disgusting voices from singing. I PAY MONEY NOT TO LET MY EARS SUFFER. Own benefit, also public benefit, unfortunately at the expense of the poor soul. But who cares. Unitarianiam rules.
c) To show off
Some people think they sing damn stylo. Think they are andy lau in reincarnation. However, from argument a), such people are the minority. As the common line goes, winner no nid to say anything. If you are good, you no nid to keep singing. There is no point to prove. Such people are often the cause of the existence of type b, unfortunately, as noise pollution has been scientifically proven to be harmful to health.
2) Remote control hoggers.
This group of people are as bad, if not more irritating than group 1. Let me explain. This is because in the KTV room, the remote is king. It grants unlimited power. Power to do irritating things. See a song on the list u don't like? Just strike it out. Like a particular artiste? Just choose 20 of his/her songs. Don;t like one of your frens? Just mess with the keys. Indeed, the things you can do with the remote controls are limitless. You can go mess with control settings, volume settings, do your utmost best to irritate the singer. Ah... and of cos, the ultimate comes. This is to cut out someone who is singing horribly by skipping to the next song. Is this evil? Ah... unitarianian concept again. Such people prevent people to choose songs, cos they never had a chance to.
Let's now examine the mentality behind this second class of people. It is interesting to note that group 2, unfortunately seldom overlap with group 1. This is to say that people who hogs the mic, do not hog the remote. This is interesting as it translates into something funny. Mic hoggers, now, are people who sing songs they din choose, and people who choose songs often choose a lot just for fun when they don't know how to sing. Of cos, there do exist people who are group 1 and group 2. It is adviceable not to sing KTV with such people becos simply, u dun get to do anything at all. U cant view MTV u want to view, and u cant sing. Unless u like the snacks or drinks served there, otherwise, u are just wasting ur time n money.
Y do pple hog the remote? This is especially hard to explain and I would welcome pple who can explain this logically.
3) Abstain from mic pple
This is an interesting group. They go KTV not to sing. I don't know y. Maybe because of peer pressure they go there. Maybe they too shy to sing. Maybe they like KTV tidbits. Maybe they think singing into the mic, like sharing drinks or steamboat with pple, is unhygenienic (hey, the vapours of saliva do exist). Whatever the reason, this group of pple represents free money for the KTV business in the case dat cost is calculated per pax. Otherwise, they will just lve the group 1 pple laughing to the bank.
4) Abstain from remote people
There are two types of people here. One is the pro singer. They dun care wat song u selected, cos they know how to sing all. So they simply cant be bothered to select anything. They wait for group 2 to select some songs they dunno how to sing, den they open their mouth. Such people are the pro singers, who tink that singing his/her favourite songs everytime is no kick. The second type here, coincides with the group 3 people. People who abstain from mic are likely to abstain from remote as well. These are the people who obviously listen to zero music.
1) Mic hogger
This group of people is the most powerful of all. They take the mic and treat it as their own. Whether they know how to sing or not, whether their voice good or not, it doesnt matter, though by observations, it is statistically significant that majority of this cohort belongs to the cannot-make-it subclass. Y they do this is virtually unknown. Possible hypothesis are as follows:
a) To get ur money's worth.
Such people want to squeeze every cent out of what they paid. As such, it is perfectly logical that they want to utilise all their time singing. Though equating value to the amount of times u sing, or the amount of fingerprints or saliva u leave on the mic is unreasonable, try reasoning to these pple. I assure u that trying to convince someone that he is gay would be a less daunting task.
b) To prevent others from singing
Ah... this is evil. By hogging the mic, u can prevent people with disgusting voices from singing. I PAY MONEY NOT TO LET MY EARS SUFFER. Own benefit, also public benefit, unfortunately at the expense of the poor soul. But who cares. Unitarianiam rules.
c) To show off
Some people think they sing damn stylo. Think they are andy lau in reincarnation. However, from argument a), such people are the minority. As the common line goes, winner no nid to say anything. If you are good, you no nid to keep singing. There is no point to prove. Such people are often the cause of the existence of type b, unfortunately, as noise pollution has been scientifically proven to be harmful to health.
2) Remote control hoggers.
This group of people are as bad, if not more irritating than group 1. Let me explain. This is because in the KTV room, the remote is king. It grants unlimited power. Power to do irritating things. See a song on the list u don't like? Just strike it out. Like a particular artiste? Just choose 20 of his/her songs. Don;t like one of your frens? Just mess with the keys. Indeed, the things you can do with the remote controls are limitless. You can go mess with control settings, volume settings, do your utmost best to irritate the singer. Ah... and of cos, the ultimate comes. This is to cut out someone who is singing horribly by skipping to the next song. Is this evil? Ah... unitarianian concept again. Such people prevent people to choose songs, cos they never had a chance to.
Let's now examine the mentality behind this second class of people. It is interesting to note that group 2, unfortunately seldom overlap with group 1. This is to say that people who hogs the mic, do not hog the remote. This is interesting as it translates into something funny. Mic hoggers, now, are people who sing songs they din choose, and people who choose songs often choose a lot just for fun when they don't know how to sing. Of cos, there do exist people who are group 1 and group 2. It is adviceable not to sing KTV with such people becos simply, u dun get to do anything at all. U cant view MTV u want to view, and u cant sing. Unless u like the snacks or drinks served there, otherwise, u are just wasting ur time n money.
Y do pple hog the remote? This is especially hard to explain and I would welcome pple who can explain this logically.
3) Abstain from mic pple
This is an interesting group. They go KTV not to sing. I don't know y. Maybe because of peer pressure they go there. Maybe they too shy to sing. Maybe they like KTV tidbits. Maybe they think singing into the mic, like sharing drinks or steamboat with pple, is unhygenienic (hey, the vapours of saliva do exist). Whatever the reason, this group of pple represents free money for the KTV business in the case dat cost is calculated per pax. Otherwise, they will just lve the group 1 pple laughing to the bank.
4) Abstain from remote people
There are two types of people here. One is the pro singer. They dun care wat song u selected, cos they know how to sing all. So they simply cant be bothered to select anything. They wait for group 2 to select some songs they dunno how to sing, den they open their mouth. Such people are the pro singers, who tink that singing his/her favourite songs everytime is no kick. The second type here, coincides with the group 3 people. People who abstain from mic are likely to abstain from remote as well. These are the people who obviously listen to zero music.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Mixed thoughts
I think i lost my ability to write.
Write, as in, not in the form of report writing. We are trained to do that day in day out in our academic career. Write, as in, to let your feelings flow out in the words you write. The special effort put in to delight readers of your post. To put in the short twist, the commanding thesis statement, a pinch of humour, sprinkled with amusing sarcasm.
That is the reason why i have not been posting anything on this blog. The contents are there still in my daily life, but somehow I cannot express it out in words. Maybe, I cannot be bothered to make things interesting anymore. To put in a factual account of my daily life would be the last thing i would do, it would indeed take the pleasure out of writing itself, something i vaguely remember i used to adore doing.
One good excuse would be to blame it on the education system. For breaking a prose into the claim, argument, evidence structure. All my writings are all so standard that i sometimes wonder if i can produce anything different. To the old times when i can just submit a poem or a song for my chinese composition, or back to primary school when my composition will have amusing pictures. And, still score a decent grade for it.
More probably though, the problem lies in me. Writing is a skill. It takes honing, takes practise to make perfect. It requires an expert to turn a normal account into something interesting and delightful, not just to inform but to amuse, to induce the reader to smile at the monitor. And, that was once my passion. Sadly, no more. My skill has rusted. And so have my perception of life.
In writing, you try to make things interesting, and as a result, you view life from a different perspective. A totally different dimension. The fun things. The rare things. U view things at an angle not perceived by others.
Alas, so busy am i that i cannot even complete this post. Maybe, I should just quit school and become a full time writer. For the passion!
Fat hope. I think that will never happen. Keep dreaming.
Write, as in, not in the form of report writing. We are trained to do that day in day out in our academic career. Write, as in, to let your feelings flow out in the words you write. The special effort put in to delight readers of your post. To put in the short twist, the commanding thesis statement, a pinch of humour, sprinkled with amusing sarcasm.
That is the reason why i have not been posting anything on this blog. The contents are there still in my daily life, but somehow I cannot express it out in words. Maybe, I cannot be bothered to make things interesting anymore. To put in a factual account of my daily life would be the last thing i would do, it would indeed take the pleasure out of writing itself, something i vaguely remember i used to adore doing.
One good excuse would be to blame it on the education system. For breaking a prose into the claim, argument, evidence structure. All my writings are all so standard that i sometimes wonder if i can produce anything different. To the old times when i can just submit a poem or a song for my chinese composition, or back to primary school when my composition will have amusing pictures. And, still score a decent grade for it.
More probably though, the problem lies in me. Writing is a skill. It takes honing, takes practise to make perfect. It requires an expert to turn a normal account into something interesting and delightful, not just to inform but to amuse, to induce the reader to smile at the monitor. And, that was once my passion. Sadly, no more. My skill has rusted. And so have my perception of life.
In writing, you try to make things interesting, and as a result, you view life from a different perspective. A totally different dimension. The fun things. The rare things. U view things at an angle not perceived by others.
Alas, so busy am i that i cannot even complete this post. Maybe, I should just quit school and become a full time writer. For the passion!
Fat hope. I think that will never happen. Keep dreaming.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Literature
In a lot of literature flair lately... churning out poems, songs, rhymes like nobody's business....
haha...
I wished i had taken literature. The fun days.
Oh well
haha...
I wished i had taken literature. The fun days.
Oh well
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Disappointment
When you fail to perform up to expectations,
When u feel like you have let someone down.
When u start to have palcipitation,
When u feel like u are a clown.
U knoe u can blame the whole world,
Say u are tired and careless,
But, alas, the truth is cruel,
You are actually really worthless.
Much as others may try to console,
Must as you would like not to be bitter
Deep inside a part of you know
That you are feeling horrible,
and nothing else realli matter,
Disappointment is something of an inevitable.
When u feel like you have let someone down.
When u start to have palcipitation,
When u feel like u are a clown.
U knoe u can blame the whole world,
Say u are tired and careless,
But, alas, the truth is cruel,
You are actually really worthless.
Much as others may try to console,
Must as you would like not to be bitter
Deep inside a part of you know
That you are feeling horrible,
and nothing else realli matter,
Disappointment is something of an inevitable.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
这一刻 突然觉得好熟悉
像昨天 今天同时在放映 我这句语气
原来好像你 不就是我们爱过的证据
差一点 骗了自己骗了你
爱与被爱不一定成正比
我知道被疼是一种运气
但我无法完全交出自己
努力为你改变 却变不了 预留的伏线
以为在你身边 那也算永远
仿佛还是昨天 可是昨天 已非常遥远
但闭上双眼 我还看得见
可惜不是你 陪我到最后
曾一起走却走失那路口
感谢那是你 牵过我的手
还能感受那温柔
那一段 我们曾心贴着心 (我想我更有权力关心你)
可能你 已走进别人风景
多希望 也有 星光的投影
努力为你改变 却变不了 预留的伏线
以为在你身边 那也算永远 仿佛还是昨天
可是昨天 已非常遥远
但闭上双眼 我还看得见
可惜不是你 陪我到最后
曾一起走却走失那路口
感谢那是你 牵过我的手
还能感受那温柔
感谢那是你 牵过我的手
还能温暖我胸口
像昨天 今天同时在放映 我这句语气
原来好像你 不就是我们爱过的证据
差一点 骗了自己骗了你
爱与被爱不一定成正比
我知道被疼是一种运气
但我无法完全交出自己
努力为你改变 却变不了 预留的伏线
以为在你身边 那也算永远
仿佛还是昨天 可是昨天 已非常遥远
但闭上双眼 我还看得见
可惜不是你 陪我到最后
曾一起走却走失那路口
感谢那是你 牵过我的手
还能感受那温柔
那一段 我们曾心贴着心 (我想我更有权力关心你)
可能你 已走进别人风景
多希望 也有 星光的投影
努力为你改变 却变不了 预留的伏线
以为在你身边 那也算永远 仿佛还是昨天
可是昨天 已非常遥远
但闭上双眼 我还看得见
可惜不是你 陪我到最后
曾一起走却走失那路口
感谢那是你 牵过我的手
还能感受那温柔
感谢那是你 牵过我的手
还能温暖我胸口
Saturday, September 17, 2005
the past - let it pass
i learnt a new lesson.
Let the past pass
Let sleeping dogs lie
So i not going to blog about the period when blogger turn its back on me
Its too troublesome
Just move on
the wheel turns
No use dwelling about the past
whether it be happy or sad events
they are all defined in me today
But just a short account of wat went thru me
My sis got married
Was i happy?
Partly, she has bad temper, is bossy, and sometimes unreasonable
Partly not, i miss the times when we stayed until midnite plus juz to tok
But in all
she is still my sister
and that is enuff reason for me to love her
i guess....
And so, i was worried for her
She was strong, yes... knoes how to fight for her rights
Yes, she loves the guy, the guy loves her.
But something keep gnawing at me
Was it the parents overbearingness?
Was it because they seem to look down on our family?
Was it because the guy is too weak n submissive to his parents?
Maybe it is a combination of all
Maybe i was worrying too much
As they like to say
True love conquers all.
Let the past pass
Let sleeping dogs lie
So i not going to blog about the period when blogger turn its back on me
Its too troublesome
Just move on
the wheel turns
No use dwelling about the past
whether it be happy or sad events
they are all defined in me today
But just a short account of wat went thru me
My sis got married
Was i happy?
Partly, she has bad temper, is bossy, and sometimes unreasonable
Partly not, i miss the times when we stayed until midnite plus juz to tok
But in all
she is still my sister
and that is enuff reason for me to love her
i guess....
And so, i was worried for her
She was strong, yes... knoes how to fight for her rights
Yes, she loves the guy, the guy loves her.
But something keep gnawing at me
Was it the parents overbearingness?
Was it because they seem to look down on our family?
Was it because the guy is too weak n submissive to his parents?
Maybe it is a combination of all
Maybe i was worrying too much
As they like to say
True love conquers all.
Temper
I almost lost my temper....
Somemore it is to someone i love...
Felt so guilty, yet, the apology juz wont come out of my mouth.
Sighz... im still quite far from the person i wan to be.
Somemore it is to someone i love...
Felt so guilty, yet, the apology juz wont come out of my mouth.
Sighz... im still quite far from the person i wan to be.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Finally logged in to blogger!
Wow! finally able to log in to blogger.... haha... but i damn sianz to recall and blog past events so shall onli blog the recent events...
Sunday, June 26, 2005
From the Lost Pages (v)
Backpack super brief summary
Places visited (Rating) {Short description}
1. Vienna (5/10){ Didn't visit enough of the place to give a fair judgement, but overall, gives the sense of a very modernised city, with neon lights and such }
2. Budapest (5.5/10){ A short stint here, in a place where toilets cost a lot. Train station looks impressive though, nice architecture }
3. Timisoara (7/10) { Home of the infamous scamster we met, this place nevertheless has a quite pretty town square and city centre. Lovely , clean place }
4. Targu Jiu (7/10) { A rather peaceful and scenic place, too bad, it was raining when we got there. The train ride there was rather scenic though, overlooking river danube. The famous sculptures were not as great as I thought they would be, but overall still a nice place }
5. Curtea De ages and such (7.5/10) {Horezu monestary is a nice place, with friendly pple and such, the towns in this area are all small and peaceful.}
6. Bucharest (7/10) {Didnt visit enough of the place to give a fair statement, but palace of parliament was impressive enough to catch my eye}
7. Brasov (8/10) { Beautiful town, nice park overlooking the citadel walls. Splendid. Dracula caste nearby was not that impressive though}
8. Sinaia and surroundings (9/10) {Where we headed up to the Bucegi mountains at Busteni. Lovely environment, tranquil. Paranomic view at the top of the mountains, great place, a must-visit. Peles caste was worthy of mention also, a really grand palace}
9. Sibiu (7/10) {A peaceful town that was unfortunately disturbed by construction works}
10. Sighisoara (8/10) { Tourist packed place, but nevertheless still quite a nice place, with its fortified city centre and nice surrounding towns }
11. Cluj Napoca (6/10) { Another modernised place. Nice, but nothing spectacular }
12. Bukovina regions (8.5/10) {Splendid place, characterised by the strips of browns (wooden fences) arranged in a regular yet haphazard manner on the grassy plains. A sense of tranquility reigns over the places, including the painted monasteries, and bicaz and chealau was impressive}
13. Maramures (8.5/10) {Nice farmstay here. Quiet place, away from the city disturbances. }
14. Baia Mare (8/10) {Arguably one of the Most developed town in Romania. Yet it is clean unlike bucharest.}
15. Prague (9.5/10) {Only downside to the place is that it is tourist infested. Otherwise, Charles bridge, prague castle, old town square and such are all wonderful places with superb architecture to keep you amazed. The cathedrals and churches in the place are also grandly decorated
16. Salzburg (9/10) {Lovely mirabell gardens, lovely scenery everywhere else, perfect for relaxation from hectic singapore}
17. Salzkumergut (10/10) { Hallstatt is well-deserving of its UNESCO label. The giant ice caves, and other attractions are to be marvelled at }
More details, to be continued later.
Places visited (Rating) {Short description}
1. Vienna (5/10){ Didn't visit enough of the place to give a fair judgement, but overall, gives the sense of a very modernised city, with neon lights and such }
2. Budapest (5.5/10){ A short stint here, in a place where toilets cost a lot. Train station looks impressive though, nice architecture }
3. Timisoara (7/10) { Home of the infamous scamster we met, this place nevertheless has a quite pretty town square and city centre. Lovely , clean place }
4. Targu Jiu (7/10) { A rather peaceful and scenic place, too bad, it was raining when we got there. The train ride there was rather scenic though, overlooking river danube. The famous sculptures were not as great as I thought they would be, but overall still a nice place }
5. Curtea De ages and such (7.5/10) {Horezu monestary is a nice place, with friendly pple and such, the towns in this area are all small and peaceful.}
6. Bucharest (7/10) {Didnt visit enough of the place to give a fair statement, but palace of parliament was impressive enough to catch my eye}
7. Brasov (8/10) { Beautiful town, nice park overlooking the citadel walls. Splendid. Dracula caste nearby was not that impressive though}
8. Sinaia and surroundings (9/10) {Where we headed up to the Bucegi mountains at Busteni. Lovely environment, tranquil. Paranomic view at the top of the mountains, great place, a must-visit. Peles caste was worthy of mention also, a really grand palace}
9. Sibiu (7/10) {A peaceful town that was unfortunately disturbed by construction works}
10. Sighisoara (8/10) { Tourist packed place, but nevertheless still quite a nice place, with its fortified city centre and nice surrounding towns }
11. Cluj Napoca (6/10) { Another modernised place. Nice, but nothing spectacular }
12. Bukovina regions (8.5/10) {Splendid place, characterised by the strips of browns (wooden fences) arranged in a regular yet haphazard manner on the grassy plains. A sense of tranquility reigns over the places, including the painted monasteries, and bicaz and chealau was impressive}
13. Maramures (8.5/10) {Nice farmstay here. Quiet place, away from the city disturbances. }
14. Baia Mare (8/10) {Arguably one of the Most developed town in Romania. Yet it is clean unlike bucharest.}
15. Prague (9.5/10) {Only downside to the place is that it is tourist infested. Otherwise, Charles bridge, prague castle, old town square and such are all wonderful places with superb architecture to keep you amazed. The cathedrals and churches in the place are also grandly decorated
16. Salzburg (9/10) {Lovely mirabell gardens, lovely scenery everywhere else, perfect for relaxation from hectic singapore}
17. Salzkumergut (10/10) { Hallstatt is well-deserving of its UNESCO label. The giant ice caves, and other attractions are to be marvelled at }
More details, to be continued later.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
From the Lost Pages (iv)
Work work
Slacking is fun, but it gets to you after a while. Afterall, we are all used to the fast paced life in singapore, so much so that unproductive time seems unbearable to us. So the natural mode of life after ORD would be to work.
Work is mundane, boring. It makes me wonder how life after graduating would be. Work Work? Doing the same thing day in day out? Bored to tears? I shudder at the thought.
No wonder everyone keeps on saying finding a good job is important. But i seriously wonder if it is possible to find a job that i would never get sick of. Is it realli possible to do the same thing for 8 hours a day and still find joy in doing the thing?
I wonder.
But i seriously doubt it.
Slacking is fun, but it gets to you after a while. Afterall, we are all used to the fast paced life in singapore, so much so that unproductive time seems unbearable to us. So the natural mode of life after ORD would be to work.
Work is mundane, boring. It makes me wonder how life after graduating would be. Work Work? Doing the same thing day in day out? Bored to tears? I shudder at the thought.
No wonder everyone keeps on saying finding a good job is important. But i seriously wonder if it is possible to find a job that i would never get sick of. Is it realli possible to do the same thing for 8 hours a day and still find joy in doing the thing?
I wonder.
But i seriously doubt it.
From the Lost Pages (iii)
After ORD period.
Time passes slowly. Missing army life badly.
Intensive meeting up with old frens period. Glad to see everyone progressing respectively in their own careers, education. Yet, somehow wish everything will remain at a standstill, back to the time where we were still in camp.
The time where we would 'twang' at guard duty, sitting down and discussing our futures dreams and hopes; where we share our past experiences and adventures; or maybe where we juz gossip like KPO aunties. The time where we will play insane soccer at the basketball courts, where we made a nuisance out of ourselves in the cookhouse and canteen.
Times that has past and would never come back. Frenship that may be in the danger of slipping into oblivion, banished to the depths of the human memories. Yet isn't life always this tiring chore? Making new frens, losing most of them, making other new frens, losing some of them. This vicious cycle continues, drawing nostalgia out of them, drawing sentimental feelings out of them.
Feelings that are as fickle, as transient as the honeyed words of a smooth talker. How could you ever claim you were once good frens when all you did now is to occasionally say a few polite words when you meet? How could you say you value his friendship when you did not mourn the degrading of this relationship, and even if you did, maybe for a few pathethic moments?
Maybe They were just 'friends of necessity', frens you had to made beacuse you will be in the same environment with them for a period of your life. Maybe life is a constant sifting through these 'friends of necessity' to find the true frens, the real jewels we are seeking for. Maybe, maybe this is just how life is.
Maybe i shouldn't think so much.
Time passes slowly. Missing army life badly.
Intensive meeting up with old frens period. Glad to see everyone progressing respectively in their own careers, education. Yet, somehow wish everything will remain at a standstill, back to the time where we were still in camp.
The time where we would 'twang' at guard duty, sitting down and discussing our futures dreams and hopes; where we share our past experiences and adventures; or maybe where we juz gossip like KPO aunties. The time where we will play insane soccer at the basketball courts, where we made a nuisance out of ourselves in the cookhouse and canteen.
Times that has past and would never come back. Frenship that may be in the danger of slipping into oblivion, banished to the depths of the human memories. Yet isn't life always this tiring chore? Making new frens, losing most of them, making other new frens, losing some of them. This vicious cycle continues, drawing nostalgia out of them, drawing sentimental feelings out of them.
Feelings that are as fickle, as transient as the honeyed words of a smooth talker. How could you ever claim you were once good frens when all you did now is to occasionally say a few polite words when you meet? How could you say you value his friendship when you did not mourn the degrading of this relationship, and even if you did, maybe for a few pathethic moments?
Maybe They were just 'friends of necessity', frens you had to made beacuse you will be in the same environment with them for a period of your life. Maybe life is a constant sifting through these 'friends of necessity' to find the true frens, the real jewels we are seeking for. Maybe, maybe this is just how life is.
Maybe i shouldn't think so much.
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