For a laptop with a price tag of $3300, I would expect my MacBook Pro to last through my uni years. But guess what? It crashed in less than three months. The reason? Apple Updates.
I was using my MacBook as usual this afternoon and I was prompted to install new Updates from Apple. So I went ahead to download the updates and restarted my MacBook thereafter to let the new Updates install. Halfway through the installation process, the status bar hanged and nothing seems to be happening. So I went and force restart my Mac, thinking that this will let the Updates re-install again but I got an error window asking me to restart my Mac again. So I force restarted my Mac again...
... and again...
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After countless times of forced restarting, power cord pulling and keyboard slamming, I am still asked to restart my MacBook. I went online to search and all I can find is it is some sort of Kernal Panic problem. I will have to bring my MacBook down to a service centre.
I am fucking pissed now.
August 09, 2009
July 30, 2009
July 29, 2009
Hi Cheng Jin,
PNSD does not grant disruption to PNSmen who are doing local studies and
you will still be required to serve your NS recall during your school
holiday. Please provide your school schedule from NTU to us and we will
see if there are available pockets to slot you for ICT. If there is no
school holiday period in your schedule, then we will need to seek approval
from PNSD to disrupt you from ICT for the year of study in the school
schedule provided. Thanks.
PNSD does not grant disruption to PNSmen who are doing local studies and
you will still be required to serve your NS recall during your school
holiday. Please provide your school schedule from NTU to us and we will
see if there are available pockets to slot you for ICT. If there is no
school holiday period in your schedule, then we will need to seek approval
from PNSD to disrupt you from ICT for the year of study in the school
schedule provided. Thanks.
Warmest regards,
Juice
This is total bullshit. So now I can't even defer my reservist for the sake of my studies? Do they expect me to serve my entire life in servitude to them? What if I have got internships, remedial or any other school matters during my holidays? From the looks of it, I guess I will have to - no - I will be forced to cancel all of them and serve my recall order, should they decide to send me one. This is ridiculous.
I understand that currently, the home team is lacking manpower but they shouldn't use reservist as a means to augment their human resource! You got a manpower problem then you jolly well take the appropriate measures to solve that problem. Cure the problem at its roots! Revise your manpower policy for goodness sake!
PNSFs and PNSMen make up about 70% of the total manpower. Surely you realize the significance of such a proportion?
To all foreigners who have the perception that Singapore is a fine country, do not be fooled into coming here. Actually, foreigners doesn't need to serve NS. Ah right. We should attract more foreign talents so that we can all worship the ground they walk on.
I was cleaning out my closet the other day --- *kenna possessed by Eminem*
I'm sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry!
But tonight --- *kenna possessed by Leonidas*
TONIGHT WE DINE IN HELL!
*triple back-hand slap --- reverts to normal self*
As I was saying, I was cleaning up the other day and I found this age old envelope which contains propaganda to persuade me to go A.N.U.S (a National University of Singapore). That was like, what, 2 years ago. Old artefacts like these always whip up a nostalgia in me. It was the year 2007. I had the same botak hair which I have now, except I was under duress to shave my head then. I was young, fresh, unafraid and, well, you know, stuff like that. A few weeks into BMT, I applied to join the RSAF after some RSAF fellows came down to psycho us to sell our lives to *CENSORED*. I wanted to become the wind which moves the grasses in our land...
... but I soon realized I am just another wind out of someone else's you-know-where when I failed the Psychometric Test, miserably I might add. As if trying to add insult to injury, RSAF sent me not one but TWO letters to inform me of my rejection. They were exactly the same letters signed by the same MAJ *CENSORED*. The second letter arrived a few months after the first one. I really appreciate them trying to ensure that the message got across to me. I am expecting the third copy.
I was quite surprised to not find the propagandas which should have been inside the envelope when I opened it. Instead, I found a part of my forgotten memories within it, something which is of such paramount importance that I have to use an A.N.U.S envelope to conceal the true nature of the contents...
I have the map of Europe...
I'm sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry!
But tonight --- *kenna possessed by Leonidas*
TONIGHT WE DINE IN HELL!
*triple back-hand slap --- reverts to normal self*
As I was saying, I was cleaning up the other day and I found this age old envelope which contains propaganda to persuade me to go A.N.U.S (a National University of Singapore). That was like, what, 2 years ago. Old artefacts like these always whip up a nostalgia in me. It was the year 2007. I had the same botak hair which I have now, except I was under duress to shave my head then. I was young, fresh, unafraid and, well, you know, stuff like that. A few weeks into BMT, I applied to join the RSAF after some RSAF fellows came down to psycho us to sell our lives to *CENSORED*. I wanted to become the wind which moves the grasses in our land...
... but I soon realized I am just another wind out of someone else's you-know-where when I failed the Psychometric Test, miserably I might add. As if trying to add insult to injury, RSAF sent me not one but TWO letters to inform me of my rejection. They were exactly the same letters signed by the same MAJ *CENSORED*. The second letter arrived a few months after the first one. I really appreciate them trying to ensure that the message got across to me. I am expecting the third copy.
I was quite surprised to not find the propagandas which should have been inside the envelope when I opened it. Instead, I found a part of my forgotten memories within it, something which is of such paramount importance that I have to use an A.N.U.S envelope to conceal the true nature of the contents...
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Behold, the top secret home-made maps which will aid me in my quest for global domination!
I have the map of Europe...
... North America
And of course, the map of the world.
Hey, if not for this discovery, I would have forgotten that I like to draw maps in the past! I guess when we get too pre-occupied with mundane stuff such as NS and work and studies, part of ourselves will be lost in transit.
July 27, 2009
When you have to make ends meet by peddling fake Harry Potter books outside the subway, it wouldn't take much to convince you to join a syndicate which promises to pay you well in return. Sean McArthur was going about his life as usual when a chance meeting with an underground fight club manager, Hervey, gave him the opportunity to escape his life of poverty. As Sean makes his way up the ranks of the underground fighting scene, he would meet the girl of his life only to find out there is more to their relationship than it meets the eye. In the final fight of his career, Sean is pitched against Evan, his rival back in college. Will he be able to defeat the person whom his dad favored over himself, or will he sink back into his former life?
So Fighting is just another film about a poor guy who was given a shot at the high life through the underground fighting arena. If you want to shoot a film with a plot which has been used over before, you have to ensure that there are some interesting elements in your show. Unfortunately, Fighting is also just another boring film about a poor guy who blah blah blah. The whole tempo of the show is slow and there are only four fights throughout the show.
The minimal number of fights aside, none of the fight scene were exciting to watch. Do not expect any cool stunts like the CQC of the Boss from Metal Gear Solid. Instead, prepare yourself for random grappling (like in child fights) and brainless lucky hits. Even the final fight scene with his rival is not worth watching. Halfway through, Sean just had an adrenaline rush and whooped Evan's ass. Just like that. Wow. Exciting.
There are some parts of the film which are unclear as well. For instance, we know that Sean, Sean's father and Evan had some connection in the past but it was not fully elaborated. The mini love plot in the show seems to throw the whole show off its main focus and it only makes the show longer to watch. Other than that, there is no real purpose to it at all, if you ask me. The way in which the fights were arranged is also very crappy. Hervey just have to talk to a "dealer" and Sean will get to fight. No selection process. No mafia bosses. Nothing. There is a severe lack of details in this area of the show.
Alright. I guess one good point about the show is that the lead actor is hot. Other than that, if you are craving for some action, I think you will be better off watching Fight Club or one of the many Feihong Huang's movies. These are classics with sustantial plot to support it. If you really want to watch it, please watch it online or something. Spend your $8.50 on something better. Like a cup of Venti Chocolate Chip Frappucino from StarBucks or a Pokemon Adventures comic.
Muse says time is running out. But for me, space is running out. Hard disk space that it.
Can you believe it? I have got only 1.68 GB of storage left on my PC. That is even less storage than my iPod Touch. When I upgraded from an 80 GB hard disk a few years back, I thought 160 GB will be sufficient. I didnt know movies were so space consuming then and games nowadays are getting bigger and bigger. Also, I am sharing my PC with one other individual so maybe that partly explains the rapid depletion of space. On a side note, my hard disk should have 160 GB of space but the specs on my C: Properties doesnt tally. It only shows 146 GB of storage. Where did the remaining 14 GB go? Suspicious.
The "Breakdown" button seems somewhat tempting. I wonder what my PC actually contains...
*Click*
WTF? Why porn -- I mean is this thing for real? Sheeez. This is so scandalous.
Whatever it is, I need a HDD upgrade. Maybe I should get a 320 GB. Or that 1000 GB that my friend bought recently. But I should start transferring some files into my E HDD first before my PC spaced out.
Oh and Elle, do you mean to say your hair is shorter than this? What made you do this to yourself?
Can you believe it? I have got only 1.68 GB of storage left on my PC. That is even less storage than my iPod Touch. When I upgraded from an 80 GB hard disk a few years back, I thought 160 GB will be sufficient. I didnt know movies were so space consuming then and games nowadays are getting bigger and bigger. Also, I am sharing my PC with one other individual so maybe that partly explains the rapid depletion of space. On a side note, my hard disk should have 160 GB of space but the specs on my C: Properties doesnt tally. It only shows 146 GB of storage. Where did the remaining 14 GB go? Suspicious.
The "Breakdown" button seems somewhat tempting. I wonder what my PC actually contains...
*Click*
WTF? Why porn -- I mean is this thing for real? Sheeez. This is so scandalous.
Whatever it is, I need a HDD upgrade. Maybe I should get a 320 GB. Or that 1000 GB that my friend bought recently. But I should start transferring some files into my E HDD first before my PC spaced out.
Oh and Elle, do you mean to say your hair is shorter than this? What made you do this to yourself?
July 26, 2009
The past few weeks have seen me degenerating to a new level. I feel tired, lazy, un-motivated, lousy, lethargic and generally just don't feel like doing anything. I bought tonnes of books which I told myself I would read but ended up leaving them in a corner gathering dust ever since tua pek gong knows when. I promised myself to revise and master whatever I have learnt in my Japanese classes so far but only to find myself procrastinating over and over. I want to construct my Akagi model but keep putting it off. My self-discipline and self-motivation seem to have disappeared. I cant even articulate my thoughts as good as I could before anymore!
Staying at home and remaining in a static mode for a prolonged period of time really kills a person's intellectual. Shit, was the previous statement even grammatically correct.
In any case, I pray for the 3 days torturing to be over quickly for my fraternal counterpart in SMU.
Staying at home and remaining in a static mode for a prolonged period of time really kills a person's intellectual. Shit, was the previous statement even grammatically correct.
In any case, I pray for the 3 days torturing to be over quickly for my fraternal counterpart in SMU.
July 22, 2009
Feeling much better now from the ailment that stopped me from going to Camp Insinyur 2009. I will just have to wait for my hall camp... I sure hope I will be selected. I want to get out there and meet new people!
Recently, I have been seeing silhouette flashing in and out from the corners of my eyes. Is it because of my illness or just my plain imagination. Or could it actually be real. I read from a book that all humans have a "third eye" which will allow us to see beyond the material world but not all of us have it opened. Some are born with their "third eye" already opened while some just stay sealed until the day they die. There is, of course, a method to open one's "third eye" should one ever wishes it so; and that is through the use of drugs and mysterious rituals to invoke a trance state within a person and... his third eye will be opened.
But it is just a book. Besides, if there really is a "thing" around me, it would have probably revealed itself to scare the shit out of me so that I won't be blogging about this (somehow, I get this really weird feeling after typing this sentence. I sure hope its nothing... ha.. ha.. ha..)
Great. I will be bathing after this. Why do humans feel vulnerable when they are either naked or shitting. Maybe its the lack of space inside the toilet that makes me feel uneasy. I mean hey, its 1am in the morning and I am bathing in a small toilet. Suddenly the lights go off. I reached for the door but the door wouldn't open and when I am trying to calm myself down, I suddenly sense the presence of something... inside the god-damn small enclosed toilet where I am supposed to be alone!
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Recently, I have been seeing silhouette flashing in and out from the corners of my eyes. Is it because of my illness or just my plain imagination. Or could it actually be real. I read from a book that all humans have a "third eye" which will allow us to see beyond the material world but not all of us have it opened. Some are born with their "third eye" already opened while some just stay sealed until the day they die. There is, of course, a method to open one's "third eye" should one ever wishes it so; and that is through the use of drugs and mysterious rituals to invoke a trance state within a person and... his third eye will be opened.
But it is just a book. Besides, if there really is a "thing" around me, it would have probably revealed itself to scare the shit out of me so that I won't be blogging about this (somehow, I get this really weird feeling after typing this sentence. I sure hope its nothing... ha.. ha.. ha..)
Great. I will be bathing after this. Why do humans feel vulnerable when they are either naked or shitting. Maybe its the lack of space inside the toilet that makes me feel uneasy. I mean hey, its 1am in the morning and I am bathing in a small toilet. Suddenly the lights go off. I reached for the door but the door wouldn't open and when I am trying to calm myself down, I suddenly sense the presence of something... inside the god-damn small enclosed toilet where I am supposed to be alone!
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July 17, 2009
This is the MV of A-ha's Take on Me. The song itself was great. I didn't know that its MV was even better. I find it particularly interesting with its mini romance story in a comic-like setting (and this was back in the 80s) which really distinguishes it from modern days' MV with all the scantily clad singers dancing around. Of course, both eras' MVs have their pros and cons but if I were to choose, I guess 80s would be the way to go.
July 12, 2009
July 11, 2009
I bet the wives of these muscled-finger-ninja-warrior have tremendous fun with their husbands' fingers and one other appendage.
Damn! Those are rock solid fingers. I want to have strong fingers and arms like them too. It will definitely help me reach those hardened pieces of gold in my nose. Once upon a time, I couldn't even do a single normal pull-up. But I broke that barrier a long time ago together with some Altimus Major. Perhaps it is time for us to join forces again to achieve the amazing feat of poking our index finger through a coconut:
Come Altimus! Finger pull-ups during break time in NTU!!!!!
July 10, 2009
July 07, 2009
I was searching for new games to play and I chance upon Empire: Total War, a massive real time strategy game which resembles Rise of Nations and Red Alert 3. While reading more about this game, I saw a screenshot with a destroyer in it:
It got me wet immediately. It was a screenshot for Battlestations: Pacific. As the name suggest, it was a real-time strategy game in the Pacific Ocean and players will be controlling navies instead of the same-old boring army shit. As I read more and more about the game, something inside awakened. Something which reeks of megalomania.
Yessssss (with a hoarse hiss at the end). I went to YouTube to search for US Military related videos to fuel my subconscious thirst for power. Only in a military environment can one freely exercise, no, ABUSE the power which comes with the rank one is holding. Sure, the President may be the most powerful person but he has to overcome the insurmountable red tapes and politics in his faction before he can do anything funny. Furthermore, there are opposing factions to keep the incumbent in check. Therefore, it is really kind of difficult for a President to abuse his power.
Being a military man with a high rank will be a different story. With all the weapons under your charge and countless of soldiers whom you can slowly brainwash to swear fealty only to yourself, you can easily take the world by storm. Fuck diplomacy and politics. If you are not happy with me, you can jolly well eat my missiles. Once you are full (or dead), I will establish my dictatorship and rule the world with a Titanium Fist!
But I am not willing to spend any amount time in a jungle training to become an officer. And I don't think it will be that easy to rule the whole world. So, I conclude that the best way for me to attain a high rank without having to live in a jungle and yet still be able to abuse my rank is to SIGN ON IN THE POLICE FORCE where rank SUPERCEDES all logic.
Yes! It makes perfect sense. Readily available promotions means that it is only a matter of time before I can start my own little dictatorship.
Before any of you think that I am crazy, let me assure you that this is just a random passing urge of mine - my usual imperialistic ambitions and stuff like that. Besides, my delusive thoughts began to wane as I think about what I have to give up, especially my hair, in exchange for being a police officer. Thank goodness my sense of reasoning and logic is still functional.
Oh, on a side note, I have finished my first cycle of reservist. Nine more to go and the next one will be 4 years later, I hope.
It got me wet immediately. It was a screenshot for Battlestations: Pacific. As the name suggest, it was a real-time strategy game in the Pacific Ocean and players will be controlling navies instead of the same-old boring army shit. As I read more and more about the game, something inside awakened. Something which reeks of megalomania.
Yessssss (with a hoarse hiss at the end). I went to YouTube to search for US Military related videos to fuel my subconscious thirst for power. Only in a military environment can one freely exercise, no, ABUSE the power which comes with the rank one is holding. Sure, the President may be the most powerful person but he has to overcome the insurmountable red tapes and politics in his faction before he can do anything funny. Furthermore, there are opposing factions to keep the incumbent in check. Therefore, it is really kind of difficult for a President to abuse his power.
Being a military man with a high rank will be a different story. With all the weapons under your charge and countless of soldiers whom you can slowly brainwash to swear fealty only to yourself, you can easily take the world by storm. Fuck diplomacy and politics. If you are not happy with me, you can jolly well eat my missiles. Once you are full (or dead), I will establish my dictatorship and rule the world with a Titanium Fist!
But I am not willing to spend any amount time in a jungle training to become an officer. And I don't think it will be that easy to rule the whole world. So, I conclude that the best way for me to attain a high rank without having to live in a jungle and yet still be able to abuse my rank is to SIGN ON IN THE POLICE FORCE where rank SUPERCEDES all logic.
Yes! It makes perfect sense. Readily available promotions means that it is only a matter of time before I can start my own little dictatorship.
Before any of you think that I am crazy, let me assure you that this is just a random passing urge of mine - my usual imperialistic ambitions and stuff like that. Besides, my delusive thoughts began to wane as I think about what I have to give up, especially my hair, in exchange for being a police officer. Thank goodness my sense of reasoning and logic is still functional.
Oh, on a side note, I have finished my first cycle of reservist. Nine more to go and the next one will be 4 years later, I hope.
July 04, 2009
July 03, 2009
Kazakhstan greatest country in the world.
All other countries are run by little girls.
Kazakhstan number one exporter of potassium.
Other countries have inferior potassium.
Kazakhstan home of Tinshein swimming pool.
It’s length thirty meter and width six meter.
Filtration system a marvel to behold.
It remove 80 percent of human solid waste.
Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan you very nice place.
From Plains of Tarashek to Northern fence of Jewtown.
Kazakhstan friend of all except Uzbekistan.
They very nosey people with bone in their brain.
Kazakhstan industry best in world.
We invented toffee and trouser belt.
Kazakhstan’s prostitutes cleanest in the region.
Except of course for Turkmenistan’s.
Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan you very nice place.
From Plains of Tarashek to Norther fence of Jewtown.
Come grasp the mighty penis of our leader.
From junction with the testes to tip of its face!
BORAT! Cultural Learnings to America for make great benefit glorious nation of Kazakhstan.
This is one heck of a retarded show. I didn't believe it when Ted said he shut the movie down after watching it for awhile because he can't take the retardness. I was like "How bad could it be?" But after watching it... it is quite bad. I really wonder how the actors got the guts to do what they did. But hey, you know what? BORAT was so 2006. Prepare yourself for more lame humor in:
BRUNO! Delicious Journeys Through America for the Purpose of Making Heterosexual Males Visibly Uncomfortable in the Presence of a Gay Foreigner in a Mesh T-Shirt
All other countries are run by little girls.
Kazakhstan number one exporter of potassium.
Other countries have inferior potassium.
Kazakhstan home of Tinshein swimming pool.
It’s length thirty meter and width six meter.
Filtration system a marvel to behold.
It remove 80 percent of human solid waste.
Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan you very nice place.
From Plains of Tarashek to Northern fence of Jewtown.
Kazakhstan friend of all except Uzbekistan.
They very nosey people with bone in their brain.
Kazakhstan industry best in world.
We invented toffee and trouser belt.
Kazakhstan’s prostitutes cleanest in the region.
Except of course for Turkmenistan’s.
Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan you very nice place.
From Plains of Tarashek to Norther fence of Jewtown.
Come grasp the mighty penis of our leader.
From junction with the testes to tip of its face!
BORAT! Cultural Learnings to America for make great benefit glorious nation of Kazakhstan.
This is one heck of a retarded show. I didn't believe it when Ted said he shut the movie down after watching it for awhile because he can't take the retardness. I was like "How bad could it be?" But after watching it... it is quite bad. I really wonder how the actors got the guts to do what they did. But hey, you know what? BORAT was so 2006. Prepare yourself for more lame humor in:
BRUNO! Delicious Journeys Through America for the Purpose of Making Heterosexual Males Visibly Uncomfortable in the Presence of a Gay Foreigner in a Mesh T-Shirt
Hey what's that?
OH MY GOD! Its WALL-E.
Wait a minute. Could it be Sonny?
But now it looks like... ANDROMON! CARP! ANDROMON is the harbinger of APOCALYMON!
But we are not in the virtual world... then it has to be Franky!
No no. It has got to be the TERMINATOR! I am sure of it. We are all gonna DIE!
The truth is, it is actually Optimus Prime doing some weekend shopping at FRED PERRY ----- NOT! (PS: This is a "Not" joke, something I learnt from watching BORAT!)
OKOK. The real truth is, Mr. Del Monte got to cos-play as the almighty OPTIMUS PRIME - defender of the human race - to promote the new Transformer movie. I heard he is being paid $25 an hour and he only needs to work on weekends! He even got to take a picture with Fiona Xie (not that I really care but I know some out there who do ^^) I should totally go quit my current job man. But if it was me, I will want to cos-play as BLACKOUT!
Too bad we didn't manage to take a photo with him. All because of ahem ahem ahem *coughs*
But its ok, I will try to do some photoshop or something.
OH MY GOD! Its WALL-E.
Wait a minute. Could it be Sonny?
But now it looks like... ANDROMON! CARP! ANDROMON is the harbinger of APOCALYMON!
But we are not in the virtual world... then it has to be Franky!
No no. It has got to be the TERMINATOR! I am sure of it. We are all gonna DIE!
The truth is, it is actually Optimus Prime doing some weekend shopping at FRED PERRY ----- NOT! (PS: This is a "Not" joke, something I learnt from watching BORAT!)
OKOK. The real truth is, Mr. Del Monte got to cos-play as the almighty OPTIMUS PRIME - defender of the human race - to promote the new Transformer movie. I heard he is being paid $25 an hour and he only needs to work on weekends! He even got to take a picture with Fiona Xie (not that I really care but I know some out there who do ^^) I should totally go quit my current job man. But if it was me, I will want to cos-play as BLACKOUT!
Too bad we didn't manage to take a photo with him. All because of ahem ahem ahem *coughs*
But its ok, I will try to do some photoshop or something.
June 30, 2009
Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen has got to be the most action-packed movie of the year.
Before I go any further, to all those who gave the film any score lower than 5 out of 5 or the equivalent, I suggest you guys move to China and watch Big Opera and stay away from cinemas for the rest of your lives.
Yes, back to the action-filled robotic show. The plot is relatively simple: there are some leftover scraps from the Cube in Transformers 1. These scraps are key to unlocking massive energy. The Decepticons want to find the energy and the Autobots want to prevent the Decepticons from obtaining the energy. There you have it. Quite the classic plot with a protagonist side and an antagonist side. So you might wonder how could a film with such a simple plot last 2 hours and above all else, hit $200 million (and still counting) in box office sales within less than a week of its release?
Simple. Action. Hardcore Transformers fanatics. And Megan Fox.
The movie starts with heaps of action, moves along with even more heaps of action and ends with action. Action is the essence of the movie (so are comradeship, leadership, faith and what nots). You don't see an aircraft carrier sink everyday. You don't see an aircraft carrier sink everyday. You don't see an aircraft carrier sink everyday. Sorry, I just can't stress enough on my fave part of the movie. Neither do you get to see a submarine get violently un-submerged and ejected out of the ocean too. And when was the last time you see 2000 pounds of explosives explode (Tropic Thunder comes to mind)? And did you ever stop to wonder if that superhot female classmate could be a sinister robot in disguise biding for the right time to rip your ass in half? The list goes on and on...
Other than action, Transformers 2 also have joke scenes which are humourous to watch and the forever voluptious and scantily-clad Megan Fox waltzing in and out of the show from time to time. Whew. Damn you Beef Beef. Why did they have so much kissing scenes in the show anyway? It was totally redundant! Unless, of course, if I am the lead actor.
Fans might have something to complain about the show (much like how Harry Potter fans would criticize the Harry Potter movies and how Da Vinci Password fans would criticize the Da Vinci Password movie) but for non-Transformers fans like myself, Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen is one epic blockbuster movie of the year. So for those of you looking for a good movie this weekend, the choice is obvious. As for those who have already watched it, there is no harm in watching it again.
Gotta go to work at 1pm later on in the day. I sure hope I can catch some bastards today. Can't wait to be promoted!
June 23, 2009
An Apple a day keeps the doctor away. I suppose I won't need to see any doctors anymore because I will start using my MacBook Pro on a regular basis from now on. As a matter of fact, I am blogging with it right now. Oh man, I feel healthier already!
I originally intended to install Windows XP using the Boot Camp application and use it as my primary OS but have decided against the idea because... erm... well.... Leopard OS X has this mystical aura which will capture the hearts and minds of Windows users and cause them to defect over. Nah, just kidding. Truth is, I want to try out the graphical prowess of the good ol' Apple as well as to familiarize myself with the Leopard - to try out something new instead of sticking to the norm.
Sure, I won't be able to play my favourite games on Mac but I am not supposed to game in school anyway and if I am at home, I will use my desktop to game. However, even if I can't overcome my addiction, I can always install Windows using Boot Camp and install a couple of games to satisfy my cravings. A MacBook allows you to enjoy the best of both worlds. I sure hope my uni softwares won't have any compatibility issues with Leopard because I am already beginning to fall in love with it.
I wish I can continue playing with my new toy into the wee hours but unfortunately, VERY unfortunately, I need to wake up early for my reservist tomorrow. I would have actually looked forward to it, until some juice came along and changed everything in the last minute. I really could use a juice punch now.
Bah, what a chore. But I should have expected it because Assistant Superintendent of Police Dominic Tan used to tell me "Expect the unexpected". You peeps would do well to remember that.
I originally intended to install Windows XP using the Boot Camp application and use it as my primary OS but have decided against the idea because... erm... well.... Leopard OS X has this mystical aura which will capture the hearts and minds of Windows users and cause them to defect over. Nah, just kidding. Truth is, I want to try out the graphical prowess of the good ol' Apple as well as to familiarize myself with the Leopard - to try out something new instead of sticking to the norm.
Sure, I won't be able to play my favourite games on Mac but I am not supposed to game in school anyway and if I am at home, I will use my desktop to game. However, even if I can't overcome my addiction, I can always install Windows using Boot Camp and install a couple of games to satisfy my cravings. A MacBook allows you to enjoy the best of both worlds. I sure hope my uni softwares won't have any compatibility issues with Leopard because I am already beginning to fall in love with it.
I wish I can continue playing with my new toy into the wee hours but unfortunately, VERY unfortunately, I need to wake up early for my reservist tomorrow. I would have actually looked forward to it, until some juice came along and changed everything in the last minute. I really could use a juice punch now.
Bah, what a chore. But I should have expected it because Assistant Superintendent of Police Dominic Tan used to tell me "Expect the unexpected". You peeps would do well to remember that.
June 22, 2009
Give me an invisible island in the middle of the Pacific now and I will stay there for good. Nobody to disturb me, no distractions, no stupid reservist, no temptations, no sorrow, no joy, no pressure, no stress, no expectations, nothing. Just me, my beach house and my island. It would be a paradise.
North Korea can start a nuclear war and wreck havoc upon the world. I will just enjoy the tranquility on my invisible and untraceable (hence, no bombs will hit me) island. The rest of the world can burn - I don't care. The world shouldn't exist without me anyway.
I want to revert to my old self and I want my island, now.
I am going to find this button inside my body, the button to restore my status to a prior date in my life (think System Restore in Windows and Time Capsule in Mac). Once I find it, I am going back to 22 June 2008. I might not be able to control time but I am going to control my mind. Nothing shall stand in my way.
North Korea can start a nuclear war and wreck havoc upon the world. I will just enjoy the tranquility on my invisible and untraceable (hence, no bombs will hit me) island. The rest of the world can burn - I don't care. The world shouldn't exist without me anyway.
I want to revert to my old self and I want my island, now.
I am going to find this button inside my body, the button to restore my status to a prior date in my life (think System Restore in Windows and Time Capsule in Mac). Once I find it, I am going back to 22 June 2008. I might not be able to control time but I am going to control my mind. Nothing shall stand in my way.
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