When people learn to move on in life, they learn to let go of all the burdens they carry with them. Its like running uphill in the rain. You feel cold. You feel wet. You feel tired. You feel that your legs are going to break. You want to turn around and run back down, back to square one. Back to the despair that you were subjected to previously. Of course, after awhile, you will want to run uphill again to escape from your misery. You will want to move on. You might fail again. Or you might not.

But what you must know is once you reach the top of the hill, it will be a downhill on the other side. From there on, the journey will be easy. You will be able gain momentum to move on again. And once you are past that stretch, you will be freed from whatever that torments you, tossing it far far behind on the other side of the hill.

Not all can cross the summit in one attempt. But keep this in mind and persevere. You will grow to become stronger.

Who would have thought there is a need to recover from excessive sleep? Not me, at least not until today. I slept 16 hours from Saturday afternoon till Sunday morning and woke up feeling groppy and unwell instead of refreshed and energized. Fortunately, I recovered from it after eating breakfast. I guess I must be dehydrated or something during my sleep. Damn, that is the longest time I ever slept.

I did some revision on Materials Science, which was a killer - I took like 1.5 hours to digest 2 pages of information and am still left with lots more to go. I don't know if its the excessive sleep or my intellectual-drained mind, my head actually throbbed after I did the tutorial. I wondered how many brain cells I terminated. I hope I won't go brain dead anytime soon since this is just the beginning of my school year. Not that I want to be brain dead anytime soon either.

I went downstairs to the mama shop to buy some shampoo for use at my hostel just now and slipped. My reflexes were fast enough to save me from an earth-shaking tumble but not from a chipped toe nail. Yes. My toe nail chipped when I slammed my toe into the concrete to break my fall. AhHhHhHhHhHhHhHh~

Anyway, I thought I would be evil and share the pain.



And I decide to be even more evil by peeling the chipped nail for a better look.



Hohohohoho. I am in the mood for bloody and gory movies again.

Feeling neither here nor there on this melancholy Sunday morning where the threads of time are weaving their way through my mortal existence on this tiny celestial planet. I wish I could grab one of these threads and pull myself in the opposite direction to bring all the monies which I splurged on cellphones and what-nots in the past back to today. But a wish will always be immaterial.

Curiosity kills the cat. This ancient proverb has some ring of truth to it. I am no cat and knowing the truth won't have that adverse an effect of taking my life away but I will prefer to remain ignorant whenever possible because sometimes, the difference between knowing and not knowing is akin to heaven and hell. If I don't know something, I won't care and I won't bother. There will be no hope and there will be no fall. On the contrary, if I know something, that knowledge will haunt me perpetually, eventually forming in me false hopes and assumptions.

I never like being kept in the suspense and having to anticipate what will happen next. Instead, I would rather the results be shown to me directly. That probably explains why I never like to peek my cards during Black Jack. I understand that there are things which one have to face no matter what. I would have no qualms receiving such information. For everything else, as much as possible, I will turn a blind eye to it. What matters others should be of no concern to me.

My parents offered to fetch me to school since its my first day and thank goodness they did, otherwise I would have missed my lectures altogether. I set my alarm to ring at 5.30am but I snoozed it till 7am.

First day of school - HOLLAND like nobody's business. My dad didnt really know how to get to NTU and we went driving around Boon Lay area before I figured out my school is along Jalan Bahar. I think I saw Jurong Camp along the way. Then when I reached school, I can't find my LT and ended up walking around in circles until I somehow managed to find my way, with a little help from Kenenene who skipped the first part of our lecture just to wait for me. We had a 3 hours back to back lecture from 8.30am to 11am, Maths first followed by Materials Science and Physics.

Although school has already started but I am still in holiday mood. Furthermore, I dont really feel that school has started. Somehow, starting my uni education just feels different from when I started my JC and Secondary and Primary education. It feels more... relaxed and easy-going this time round, not as tense as in the past. I guess having a fixed class and time-table which we have to adhere to do make things more uptight in some ways.

As an undergrad, we have the freedom to choose whether or not we want to attend or skip our classes. No rewards from attending them and no penalty for skipping them either. As long as you can pass your semester, it doesn't really matter what you do. No more Mr. Low to push us from behind. I gotta attune myself to the studying mood soon. Perhaps I should start mingling with those PRC scholars. That will definitely help. I KNOW! I will form a study group with them. Ha!

I didn't expect to have an innate power hidden within me until this fateful night. It just awakened suddenly... Behold my ULTIMATE SHARINGAN!

I dragged myself out of bed at 8am this morning to go to the temple with my mama. She wanted me to seek blessings from Guan Yin Ma before school starts tomorrow. We went to the temple at Four Horse Road which we always frequent. It has been quite a long time since I last been there but the place is still same as before, with the exception of a new hotel behind the temple. As usual, there were peddlers selling religious artefacts, joss sticks, flowers etc. to people outside the temple. My mama approached one of the peddlers and asked for a Scholar's Flower and I was like what-flower? The peddler took out a stalk of pink, round flowers and handed it over to my mama.

I was surprised that such flowers actually existed. It sounds more like some sort of in-game item to boost your Intelligence stats or something and the flower really look like some random flower which was coined the Scholar's Flower by some random person. But hey, if it can help to boost my academic results, I am more than happy to pray with it =D

After praying, we went shopping for a little bit. We went to Bugis and then to OG. I felt that today's outing made my mom very happy. To be honest, its been quite some time since I went out with her. Sometimes, spending quality time with your family members is the best present you can give to them.

When was the last time you went out with your mama?

I got a pair of Durian Boosters to enhance and stabilize the performance of my MacBook Pro. It worked surprisingly well! My MacBook didn't experience any technical problems for the whole of today! I am looking forward to even more favorable results in the long run.

I am done setting up my MacBook; copying all my songs and movies and what-nots from my desktop onto it. I faced several compatibility issues along the way, most were minor but it is still irritating to know that some songs just simply refused to play on MacBook, wait no, it should be iTunes just refuse to play some songs. Grrrr. Just because they are in WMA format doesn't mean Apple should ban them altogether. You guys are already using Windows Office on your Leopard OS, so what is wrong with allowing iTunes to play WMA songs? Oh and I might as well add this - having to re-install my OS after I have transferred everything over is really the last thing I need in my entire existence. Please note this Mr. Jobs.

Anyway, I found out how to do a Print Screen on my MacBook and the function works darn well. The screen captured is very clear and there are three modes to choose from. I can choose to print - *got shocked by my mom who appeared suddenly to ask me to go to bed* - a whole screen, a particular window or any part of a screen (like how cropping works). This is definitely one area where a Mac trumps a PC. Since my blog looks bigger on FireFox, I took a print screen of it to show how it actually looks like on Safari:

School is due this Wednesday but I am still as blur as ever on school matters. I really prefer to have everything planned for me and all I need to do is just attend the lessons. Simple. Unfortunately, that is not going to happen. I managed to clear some doubts with my seniors and also discovered the usefulness of my school's intranet, something which I didn't bother to explore until a few hours ago =/ I am relieved to find out that I need only 156 AU to get my degree. First thing tomorrow morning, I am going to the goldsmith to get 156 pieces of gold. I can't believe I will be graduating so soon!

I am indulging myself in a sinful meal of supper... Abalone noodles. What better way to complement my Apple MacBook and Durian Boosters? Ha.

The Prime Ministers from UK and Singapore and the President of USA, were traveling on a warship that was cruising near S.Arabia. The 3 were talking about how brave their soldiers were when their cordial discussion soon turned into an argument where each wanted to prove the bravery of their own soldiers.

The Pres. of USA said, "let me show u what is guts", where upon he called his Colonel and said "Jump into the sea and swim 3 rounds around this ship!".
The Colonel replied "Anything for Uncle Sam, Sir", and jumped into the shark infested sea and swam 3 rounds around the ship, with the sharks chasing him like mad! After the successful 3 rounds, the Colonel came up to the deck and said, "I did it for Uncle Sam Mr. President!". The proud US President replied "That's what I call guts!".

The Prime Minister of UK became aggressive and quickly called his General and said "General, jump into the sea and swim 10 rounds around this ship!".
The General replied "Anything for the Queen, Sir", and jumped into the shark infested sea and swam 10 rounds around the ship, with the sharks chasing him frantically. After the successful 10 rounds the 3-star General came up to the deck and said, "Long Live the Queen!". The proud UK PM replied "That's what I call guts!"

The Prime Minister of Singapore cannot control himself. He had to show that his soldiers have it too. He called one of his Private and said "Soldier, jump into the sea and swim 15 rounds around this ship!" The Private replied "Oi, you siao izzit?" I juz bought my 4-room and I am paying through my nose. Now, U want me to jump and die, eh? If u want to hao lian, you jump into the sea yourself! The Singapore PM smiled and said "Now, that's what I call guts".

I managed to fix my MacBook by re-installing the OS all over again, losing everything that was in it previously along the way. This is so sucky. After this incident, I wonder if I can still rely on my MacBook Pro... At least when a PC crashes, I am still able to salvage my important files but a Mac doesn't even give me a chance to try to!

I think I will quit my Jobs and enter the Gates again.

A Vaio looks pretty too =D

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.

I should create a SPF Fantasy too.

Beer. The Liquid of Temporary Bliss.
Beer. It drowns all your sorrows like a bullet through your brain (except you don't really die)
Beer. It gives you a pot belly; the symbol of a seasoned veteran.
Beer. Save water and the Earth by drinking it.
Beer. To be loving it.

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.

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...

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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.

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?

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.

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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a-ha - New Music - More Music Videos

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.

为什么我会在最后一刻感到彷徨呢？
是因为自相矛盾的关系吗？还是因为莫莫人呢？
Sheryl Crow 说得对：第一道伤痕是最深的。不过事情过了那么久，我也早已看开了。
不管怎样，我仍然得保持积极的状态向前前进。

他也只不过是过眼云烟罢了。

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!!!!!