I despise people who take advantage of others, enjoy the benefits, and then just fuck off. I just can't stand such ungrateful pussies.

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Boxing today, was off-form. But everyone else seem to be experiencing the same problem. Think it's the humidity.

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Quote of the day - Harsh circumstances don't produce bad people. Bad decisions do.

Trying Your Best

In this post, I shall offer a pessimistic (yet very relevant) view of the cliche phrase : "trying your best".

Essentially, I disagree with the key idea that win or lose, succeed or fail, what matters the most is that you have tried your best.

Here's the point worth debating.

The fact that, after you have given your best shot at a specific challenge, and yet still encountering failure at the end of it all, goes on to prove one thing : Your best is simply not good enough. Your best is simply not on par with the bare basic requirements to be a winner. Your best is still shit.

And because your perceived "best" showing has failed, it goes to show that your maximum prowess is still inadequate, way too weak, with lots of room for improvement . Ultimately, it suggests that you are still extremely incompetent.


The point is, when you fail, you cannot say you have tried your best. You never can. And you should never ever be content, telling yourself that you have already done your utmost best. Never be pleased with yourself. Always demand more and more and more. Because you can never reach your best standard. You can always beat and better yourself. Your best is something like a mirage, a mental/physical fantasy. You can never reach it, but you just have to keep working your damn ass off towards your destination.

So you are saying you have tried your best? Nonsense. It is useless. Your efforts are absolutely futile in the sense that you have failed in the present outcome. But it comes in handy since it aids in your never-ending quest to further upgrade and develop yourself.

And you can only say you have done your best, when you have won, attaining success in your objectives. If not, fuck off, suck it up and go work harder. Go beat them.

To summarize, you are never good enough when you fail. You are only good enough, and have proven that you have indeed tried your best, WHEN YOU WIN. So go on and better your best.




Peace.

Looks like I didnt score as well as I would have liked. Dammit.

In a way, I feel enlightened. Because I don't give a shit anymore.

This is where old habits kick in again.

Too bad I ain't fit enough, and picked up the sport a little too late. If not, I would gladly give up studies now and go be a professional boxer.

toto is good too.

school is restarting soon. i can smell the shit already.

had a great boxing session today..learnt new moves and and how to use the . First circuit training in around 5 mths, and can totally feel the fatigue.

time to embark on a learning spree.

archery. kayaking. motorbike. rockclimbing. wakeboarding. handball. floorball.

so much to learn, so little time. and not forgetting, money no enough.

I realise I have to channel all my energy and steam into something more productive and meaningful. Maybe I should pick up music again?

For now, I'm still enjoying boxing.

I need to get my life back on track. I have lost enthusiasm in so many things. How.

browsed through Men's health yday, and came across this article on this Muay Thai world champion. in a single day, he will do 4 to 5 hours of boxing training PLUS a 40km run. He does this 6 times a week, and has been doing it for the past 11 years.

That is what it takes to be a world champion in a sport. He also mentioned discipline is not about the absence of laziness, but rather the will to overcome the presence of laziness. Everytime he felt lethargic and lazy, he will remind himself that there are many boxers out there who are outworking and out-training him, thus closer to the world title than he is.

I was planning to have a rough 3 day training session, but looks like I will not be completing it, for the sake of my health and comfort. Gym yday, today will be floorball training. Supposed to have boxing tmr, but I can already feel the shag.

Tonight watching Arsenal vs Liverpool. But having just woken up, I don't feel really enthusiastic about it. Maybe also due to Man U losing yday night.

Ok time to eat lunch and embark on the farking long journey to NUS.

Peace.

all i can say is..

WHAT A CRAZY NIGHT..

its amazing how a night out at a club can get you to meet so many farking frens..

long time since i stepped into zouk..

overall a darn good day..i needed it..

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I got my place in Raffles Hall for next sem. Means I don't have to spend so much freaking time travelling to and from school. And also means uni life is going to get much more happening, i hope..

Going for floorball training later. I'm still feeling damn shagged from last night. Feel like ponning. Sian.

And I STILL have troubles sleeping soundly. Slept just 6 hours despite the heavy intoxication.

I should begin treating my body better.

I still have troubles sleeping.

I will just wake up at 5 - 6 am every night, and from then on, can't fall back to sleep.

Saw this phrase on facebook - Post Examination Stress Disorder.

Have a feeling that's what's happening.

Dammit the damage from last semester is horribly extensive.

yeah baby.

exams are over.

time to finally catch up on sleep, food, fun and exercise.

i need this break badly.

22 december, all exams results will be out. let's see how things go.

i'm starting to love life again.

for the first time in my life, i took an exam with totally no sleep before hand.

and the paper is pretty farked up. NONE of the main topics i mugged SO HARD for, came out.

and due to me being too jaded, I missed out several easy points in my essay. This is not very good. Hope everything turns out ok dammit.

Shall try to sleep properly at least 1 week before exams, so that I can readjust my bio clock back to normal.

I'm sian of exams already. Though it's just the first paper.

extracted my wisdom tooth today

$170

and now i feel as if a truck just hit the left side of my face..i hate the swelling sensation..

the feeling that i need to bite something

woah shit 4 more days to exams! WTF im totally not ready man...

i notice that lately, there has been a lot of negativity shrouding this blog.

thus, i shall try to chillax a wee bit.

but it's kinda hard with exams in 6 days' time, and i have a shitload of work to clear. I'm struggling to keep up the pace, even when i'm confining myself in my room to mug.

have not been exercising properly over the past weeks. mainly due to the priority of exams, and also because laziness is a easy habit. somehow, i feel aged as well, kinda lost the fight and grit to exercise.

can't wait for dec. need to straighten myself up during that month. Boxing, here I come.

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Having a damned wisdom tooth problem. wrong time to get it. should have gotten it 1 yr earlier, where i could have removed it FOR FREE, and also get a few weeks MC to avoid work in NS.

now it costs minimum $150. Consultation alone is already $15. Dentists sure do earn a farking lot. plus the assistant at the dental clinic quite chio. Quite a happy dentist there.

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I am going to write up a proposal, more of a manifesto perhaps. On how to change the future of pharm. the direction that sg pharm is heading, is absolutely negative, and in truth, pretty pathetic and desperate. shall not elaborate here. wait for my manifesto. if i have the time, that is.

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Cannot wait for 28 NOV. The end of the exams. It's only 1 sem, and i feel drained. Is this normal at all.....

7 more sems to go.

I hate it when people carry their notes everywhere, and reading them at every opportunity. It's plain disgusting fuck. Gonna soot them when I see that in the next sem.

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End of exams, so much to do. Go relac jack, go exercise, go learn something new (undecided yet). I think I should find a CCA in NUS. Have something to look forward to.

Unless I get a place in a hall next sem. Hopefully can get in. Wanna have some wild fun nights in school.

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It's 444am. I can't sleep. Insomniac.

Peace.

today i would have tackled and smashed this "friend" of mine during lunch, had it not been for the presence of the large group of friends..mainly kept in control cause of the girls around..no good to create too much commotion..would have happily delivered a nice punch across his bloody face though..


i'm going crazy..

some farkers jus need to learn to show some respect..


today i felt like a loan shark..cause this bloody malay bitch has yet to pay me the $100 tuition fee she owes me, for 3 months already..

i kept calling her, and yet she didn't dare to pick up..and when she did, she pretended not to be that person..bloody hell..had to threaten her and scare some piss out of her before she woke up her idea..but then she started to pussy out and hung up..

i'm giving her 1 more week to make the payment, before things get ugly..

her sms-es are ridiculously funny..for an adult to send such kiddy fake lies, it just goes to show how these *************..sorry, censored due to racism..


DAMMIT EXAMS ARE COMING..

why do i always feel so damn low the day after drinks the previous night..

probably cause when i sober up, my vision starts to clear once again..unveiling the depressing prospects that lie ahead of me..

the people in my course, well, they are nice good people..but..why does my interests seem to clash with all of them..no common interest for fun..seriously..

4 years like this? oh fuck

WHERE MY KAKIS AT

ok..tonight really put things into perspective



looks like i have fucked up.


gg

troubles

thinking of.......



i seriously hope i don't become a murderer

i feel myself going insane

HELLO THIS IS MY 100TH POST ON THIS LAME BLOG


good day today. things are better. ok actually no, i still got lots of work to catch up with.


argh

im stressed

but over what, i have no farking idea

im insomniac

im severely fatigued, but i can't get to sleep

at the same time, i feel lethargic, numbed and emotionless

the only thing i can feel is the increased pumping rate of my heart

this type of life ain't right

i need a long break, to loosen up my body and mind

need some fresh air

i can feel myself going mad

literally







why am i channeling all my remaining energy into negative aggressive ideas, turning against .... other people.. people i used to call ____ ...

Ok I need to exhibit some self control from now on.

Anyway I am very impressed by this video. Do have a look.

http://www.facebook.com/search/?q=moomedia&init=quick#/video/video.php?v=148280734491

E Learning week at the moment. Finally getting a well-deserved break.

seriously feel like shit physically.. havent done any proper exercise regime since school started..(since the 10k army half marathon run, to be precise)..and now lack of rest and nutrition..

next week exams..just a bloody CA, and everyone is mugging their asses off..

i need the december holidays..

cheers.

Had a crazy night on Friday. One of the most crazy and high nights of my life. Unforgettable. The faculty bash event at Zouk was pretty boring, but once it ended, the party really began. And now I have found out who are the people I can jio to go drinking. Most people I know just went home. Probably to mug.

What goes up must come down. So now I'm back to the low mood. It's holidays now, for 1 week. But right after that the exams will commence. So no time to really play during this hols. Can't wait for december. Seriously.

Ok time to go exercise to relieve stress. peace out.

ok..fatigue made me lost my mind in the previous post.


i'm feeling so lifeless and uptight.


I have a story in mind. Long time since i wrote a good old story on my blog. Stay tuned.


For now, back to the books.

so much for group discussion, u fucking dimwits..

hate it when ppl organise an online discussion, and no proper practical discussion gets carried out. It's all delegating and fucking go offline. And everything must go your way. Hey fuck you bastard. and nutasses will follow suit and agree just to have a slice of the cake.

not to mention this bitch who is so happy to leave the rest of the group out from the discussion, so she can have an edge over the unfortunate exiles by possessing the chance to make a bitch presentation.

This is too lowly for me.

I am finding it difficult to be happy in school.

Uni are the best days of your life? So far it seems like a bullshit theory.

Crazily competitive and bright cohort, and yet still extremely studious. Way too mugger. That just destroys the fun of having lessons. Everyone is desperately hanging on to every word the prof says, and after lesson, masses of eager beavers will swarm the prof and inundate him with questions that are spawned from nowhere. Seriously, I can't believe every lecture can induce so many questions. Sick minded students will think of some unhumane questions to ask, which are almost inpertinent to the topic being covered that day, but just because the lecture notes contained a few words that spark their insatiable thirst for more useless knowledge, they will take the initiative to enquire further and deeper. Then again, that is how the exams will differentiate the A ppl and the B ppl. See who is more kiasu.

And the class mates. Yes it is fun, but... it's all superficial. Right after school, you are all alone. No one gives a shit about hanging out. It's all about rushing home to mug. No one cares for each other anymore. No one goes for outings or gatherings anymore. In school, it's quite some laughter and lots of banter. Right after school, goodbye and fuck off. Welcome to my uni environment.

Stressed from school work. But I'm more stressed over the intense competition.

No time for myself. 3 Weeks since I did proper exercise. Lost 2kg. Not happy.


So let me end off with a FUCK YOU to school. Or rather, the people.

Orientation is over. Well, it was pretty fun while it lasted. My OG had tonnes of girls.Quantity indeed.

Fallen ill for the first time in a year. Being sick really really sucks balls. As such, my training regime has been disrupted severely. Just saw the uni notes, and it sucks as well. Everything is sucky at the moment. Another sucky revelation is that my cohort is damn competitive and gayass.

My AHS tutee attained 31/35 for his Sci test. Finally a good result.

I realised I really should have stayed in hall. Travelling to and fro from Tampines to NUS is a disturbing horror. And yes, I need a new printer for the heavy load of uni notes.

I have yet to decide which CCA to join. In fact, the current stage of my brainstorming is of the question : Should I even join a CCA to begin with. I need personal time for my own recreation and leisure, namely boxing.


Uni doesn't look fun at all.

Things are getting more and more cheerful.

Peace out.

Insecurities and worries.

There comes a time when you are inundated with troubling thoughts, and overwhelmed by the uncertainty of the future.

Remind yourself that ultimately - ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Looking for meaning, purpose, stability, and happiness. Yearning to get rid of the burdens, stress and pressure that I heap upon myself unnecessarily.


But,
you have to show them that you're really not scared.

It is only after you train past your breaking point, that you begin to realise, all the trainings in the past have been just relatively meagre efforts. Previous boxing training, I almost got knocked out, due to my horrible form in the run before the rigorous circuit training. The Red Bull i drank before training is definitely a factor in inciting my lethargy and weakness. So, no more Red Bulls again. H2O is the way to go. (h2o as in the sports drink, not water).

I am looking for a challenge. If only I were stronger, fitter and more athletic, I would be training for participate in a boxing competition. But the way I am, I guess I just have to be contented with my basic workouts. I have yet to spar any other boxer yet, and I believe I am still several months away from having the standard to participate in a decent fight.

The future looks bleak. If I do not work hard, I will just end up with an average mundane job. I don't want that. I am fighting for survival in the working world, and the battle has already begun. Not really looking forward to such warfare in academia. Too gay-ass.

Signed up for Army half marathon 10k run. First time in my life I signed up for a run voluntarily. One more month before the race. I better begin running soon. The time now is 9:36PM. Maybe I can go for a quick run right now?


Peace. Cheers.

Finally got back my k850i handphone. The repair cost was $50, and if I had sent it in for repair at Sony Ericsson, I would have paid $150 instead. Daylight robbery, I tell you.

Went for boxing today. Really feel revitalized after the training session. Though I really wanted to box til I get really shagged out. However, staying back late meant you have to pack up all the punching bags and stuff. Haha. I want to get my own pair of boxing gloves sometime soon. The gloves they provide are plain disgusting. Years of sweat from hundred over boxers all accumulated within the space inside of the gloves.


Attended Felix 21st bday at NSRCC, same place as orientation camp. Despite it being run under NS organisation, it actually has a pretty pleasant ambience and a sightly atmosphere within the premises of the resort.


OK, days of retiree life are coming to a close. School is starting. The image of waking up early to attend school is absolutely disturbing. Wth. Here we go. Hope there is sufficient time after school for me to slack and engage in personal leisure activities.

Cheers.

poetry in motion

I seek peace in toughness

I discover tranquility in controlled violence

I find joy and satisfaction from fatigue and perspiration

I am driven by my pursuit of strength and resilience

I realise my true self in the midst of action and training

I uncover solitude in chaos, isolation within mess.

I experience solace in aggression

I draw inspiration from iron will

I see poetry in motion inside the ring

I enjoy overcoming pain and tiredness, overcoming myself and ultimately my enemy.

Every punch unleashed, every step taken, every jab thrown, every target hit, I am embracing my passion

Every practice, every drill, every run, every breath, every drop of sweat, I am augmenting my ability and elevating my confidence

Every now and then, I know I will face challenges from everyone else. But everywhere, everytime, I will remind myself that I must be every bit ready.

I am spurred by vengeance

I am motivated by revenge

I am haunted by the past, now I'm out to hunt and haunt

I am fueled by the chance to prove my doubters wrong

I am roused by the opportunity to demonstrate my worth

I am excited by the possibility of destroying my adversaries

I thrive on others' scorn and disrespect of me, past, present or future

I flourish under rage and frustration

I am not going to be beaten down

It is time to stand up and deliver

It is time to work hard and push self

It is time to flex my capability

It is time to clamp down the rest

The time is now. Let it never end.

So much to say, but no mood and desire to do so.

Currently under self quarantine, because one fellow in the orientation camp had a confirmed case of swine flu. So the camp was ceased on the 3rd day. Had an ominous feeling when the camp director came to our chalet during our dinner and began counting strength. And when he announced the news, I simply lost my appetite.

The camp was quite ok I suppose, met new friends and all. That's the main objective. Played sports and games, and I got sunburnt for the first time in my life. In the process of skin peeling.

2 days down, 5 more days to go. Being socially responsible by not hanging out.


Michael Jackson's death marks the end of a legacy, a conflicting story of a man's rise to insurmountable success and his tragic demise.


Cheers.

My handphone has died. It contracted this bug known as BROD (Blue Ring Of Death). Sounds ominous, and in reality, its effect is indeed as devastating as it sounds. Everytime I press the keys of the phone, the screen turns black, recovering only after 30 seconds. And when I retry my attempt in typing an sms, the black ghost returns to the fore. Dammit.

Bought my first pair of boxing hand wraps several days ago, and got scammed big time. Purchased it at some pungent muay thai shop, and probably because we ain't their students, the boss over there charged us an obscene 20 bucks for it. Maybe there is some hidden controversial animosity between the 2 schools.

Boxing the punching bags has left my fingers in horrible condition. My fingers can't move, and my wrists are pretty stiff. Especially my pinkies of both hands. I am actually typing with 2 index fingers only.


Why do I want to engage in pugilism? It gives me a chance to achieve something that I have always desired, and that is to be good at a sport. Boxing also gives me an opportunity to pick up some basic defensive skills which can be utilised against bastards. Most of all, it is a sport where I can release all my inner agony, anger and frustration and vent them on the bags, visualising them as people who have said No to me, people who have despised me, and people who have written me off. Beware.


Ok, Im actually a very kind hearted person. I want to use my skills to help fight burglars and thieves.


Orientation camp will commence really soon. Not really looking forward to school anymore, because my personal leisure time will be reduced to zero. I treasure my sleep. Tomorrow I have medical checkup at NUS, and it costs a minimum of $30. What a waste of hard-earned money.


Till next time, cheers and tata.

Today is a monumental day. I purchased my first ever laptop, at my first ever attendance of the PC fair. It's a HP, dv4. I had 2 options, ASUS vs HP, both specifications pretty similar. In the end, I chose HP because it looks slicker, chio-er, classier, despite the lack of free gifts. It's cheaper too, and its specs have a slight edge over that of ASUS.

Had 2 tuitions today, and today is also payday. I love to deposit money. The event of the day was that I got scratched by a bloody cat, at the house of my tutee. I swear, if it was not the kid's cat, I would have taught it a nice lesson on keeping its nails to itself. Shall not describe anything brutal.

Tomorrow is boxing day, slack training session as compared to thursdays. Nothing can satisfactorily describe my enthusiasm and passion for the sport. The feeling would be more truimphant if I'm actually good at it. Unfortunately, I'm not (yet).

So C. Ronaldo has left Man Utd. I have never been an avid fan of his, and now that he has left, he is officially one of my detested soccer players around. I'm too lazy to display the whole list of his nonsense and inefficiencies, and overgrown ego. C Ronaldo can suck it.

Watched Land of the Lost. It was quite an absurd movie, redefining the term "no plot/storyline". Just a few pretty laughable moments.


The new King of Fighters is out, and I'm glad it has reverted back to 2D graphics. 3D is too tekken style and too gayass.


Peace.

I'm so glad that I have something to look forward to each week.


On the path to reaching my best physical condition ever. 2 more months for me to enjoy my life fully. After that, the burden of school work will begin to annihilate me.



I have set out a nice organised schedule for the whole week, every week up until August. Having a steady income, as well as having a source of enjoyment, an outlet to relieve stress.



Cheers. Good luck to everyone pursuing their goals.

I think that you are a cynical self-absorbed egocentric twat who perceives yourself as the norm. ftw.

Attended my first boxing lesson yesterday evening. My heart sank when they told me that every training lesson involves a run. Feels like army. But of course the mood is so much lighter and enjoyable. Had to do skipping routine, but I sucked at it. The boss (head coach) assembled the newbies together, and taught us the basic movements. Nothing much. Apparently, the tough trainings are on Tues and Thurs, and I will be going for this Thursday's session. Can't wait to box the sh1t out of something or someone. Looking forward to their xiong circuit training.

The aftermath of the training was only felt the day after. My body started to ache, and I believe it was mainly because of the run. I think it has been 6 weeks since I last ran, maybe longer. Who the hell thought of the idea of making running as a sport. It's freaking torture, depriving your body of precious oxygen.

Looks like my future is set. I'm ready to go right now (John Legend). Appealing for a lost cause though.

The weather nowadays is really turning it on, torturing people with a vengeance. Air-con is no longer a luxury, but a necessity.

From tomorrow onwards, I have some activity to keep me busy everyday. Predominantly, it is my tuition lessons. The rates are good, the work is laid-back, the schedule is flexible. I love it. No time to chill around the entire day.

Several days ago, my dad's friend helped me to rent a car. Turned out, he rented for me a damned MANUAL car. Holy cow. I thought I would not have to drive a manual car for the rest of my life after passing my driving test. Apparently not. Had a few close shaves, because I was too lazy to down gear. That's the bad part of driving manual. People get lazy to down gear, thus maintaining at outrageously high speeds, and hence increasing higher possibility of accidents. AUTO is the way to go.

Alright, so anyone wanna learn boxing? Peace out.

After years of being a staunch Man Utd fan, I have come to the following conclusions. (The United defeat theory)

Man Utd will have an exceptionally high chance of defeat if one or more of the following criteria are met :

1) Man Utd players wear black pants as part of their kit (Either red, white or blue top, it does not matter)

2) Man Utd play under a scorching hot weather, with the relentless Sun beating upon them.

3) Man Utd players and staff talk too much before a match (i.e. Blabbering incessantly on the significance of the upcoming game, and their confidence in handling the opponents blah blah)

All these is true. Maybe a new criterion will be that of Man Utd wearing an all-white kit, just like in the Champions League final.

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The Champions League Final. An absolute travesty for Man Utd. Simply outplayed by Barca. Long time since I witnessed such a drubbing of Man Utd by an opposition. Every United player looked lethargic, weak and ready for holidays. It's not about what went wrong, it's simply a case of nothing going right.
Before the Final, players like Rio Ferdinand, Evra and Ronaldo blathered way too much about the upcoming game, and thus satisfying criterion number 3 of high possibility of defeat.

Park Ji Sung simply cannot handle the immense intensity of this crucial match, and it was a wrong move to put him in the starting line up. Giggs was non-existent, Anderson was shadow chasing, Rooney can't string a proper pass, O' Shea was clumsy, Carrick was timid, and Rio and Vidic were in shambles. It all fell apart.

Now I know what it feels like to support a mediocre team (eg. West Brom), perpetually watching your team torn apart by stronger opponents.

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Tomorrow most probably going to drive in a rented car. Feeling apprehensive, since it has been sometime since I touched one.

The damn weather is killing me. The reason I managed to fall asleep this afternoon during my nap, was that the heat knocked me out. When I woke up, I felt exhausted. Dammit.

Ok cheers. Time to go.

Long time since a post.

I jus completed a 3-day Crocs Warehouse Sale at Expo. Similar to Nike, only that they give the temp staff so much less freebies (Only 1 free pair of shoes). But it's ok lah, nice experience, with some eye candies around. I was in charge of picking up all the goods that people leave lying around on the floor. So I have to perpetually bend my back and pick up all the shoes strewn all over, thanks to ignorant people. The jobscope was a little like garbage man. But then again, I don't blame them, cause humans have to suffer the same in order to understand others' pain. I will now stop littering.

The whole experience was pretty fun though. Met new friends too, and it was a pleasant yet enriching journey. Not to mention the pretty interesting event that happened to me at the end of the sale. Also, it was the first time I engaged in conversation with several ang moh langs. They are abit...expressive.

Newcastle United are relegated. What a travesty. Hope they don't end up like Leeds United.


Tmr is a rest day for me. After 3 days of intense retail work. My legs need a break badly.

I am going to start my boxing lessons starting next month. At Aljunied area. Pretty near, and somemore it's pretty darn cheap. 1 month - $40, unlimited lessons. Woots.

Life has been quite alright, I suppose. I am actually really enjoying and savouring this extended holidays that I am experiencing. No more such slack times once uni starts. A part of me looks forward to uni, but another part of me doest not.


Ok peace out. Too shag to think.

Several days back, I went for the MPH book sale. Was not harbouring much hope of getting much good books, so when the moment I stumbled upon a John Grisham book once I entered, I rushed forward to grab it. Soon enough, I tossed it aside, because it is everywhere, excessive supply, and I did not really want the book. There were not many people, so it was a breeze to move around. However, the queue was the killer. Only 6 cashiers were present, and I was forced to wait for 1 hr plus. Also, there's something wrong with my back nowadays. Standing too long causes some soreness in my spine. Damn. Managed to buy 12 books for only $48.


Yesterday was one hell of a busy day. Woke up 745am, and reached Expo around 9am. Had to do 2 sessions of invigilation, and the 2nd session was a gruelling 3 hours paper. So I have to persevere through my backache, just for the meagre sum of money. The whole thing ended at 545pm. After that, had to rush to Paya Lebar, ate dinner (Long John Silver's) at double quick time, and then took cab to my tutee's house because the bus refused to come.


Over the next week, more work to do. It is only until next monday whereby I can finally have a break.

Cheers.

Mas Selemat is finally apprehended. Conspiracy theories are dispelled just like that. Oh man so not exciting. Apparently they are placing him back to the Whitley Dentention Centre. Time to teach him a lesson.


Had my 2nd invigilation session today. Went along quite smoothly, until I did a pretty serious cock-up. I missed one guy's script, cause he needed extra time to write his index numbers and stuff. Next time, I am not giving anyone any chance. Dammit.


The bridges to my dreams are slowly collapsing one by one. Everything is going to crumble down. Just like that. This is damn bloody cruel. Zero reward for 100% effort. Exactly like Chelsea, ousted by Barcelona even when they dominated the whole match, and the more hardworking of the 2 sides. I'm not a fan of Chelsea, but I do truly emphatise with their plight.


Time to remap the plans for my future. I'm going to prove all my doubters and rejectors wrong. Just like I have done before. I will destroy you all.

Manny Pacquiao is my new favourite athlete. Best pound-for-pound boxer in the world, the elite champion, top of the chart. As such, I am having this growing passion and blooming interest to learn more on boxing. It is best to engage in such vigorous intense sports to try and eradicate the deeply engraved memories of misery (no matter how futile), and also my sense of ennui at the moment. My unconscious mind has been irreversibly sullied by the experiences of the bygone days. As such, wishes and desires perpetually manifest itself in the scenarios, illusions and scenes spawned during my customary trip down memory lane every night. It is my wish to return to my halcyon days of innocence,when it all began, to right the wrong, to correct the faults, and to erase the crack that has constantly lurked in the depths of my mind.

Over the next 2 weeks, Im going to be quite busy. Firstly, theres the routine round of tuition assignments. Additionally, I'm going to be an invigilator for some University of London exams at Singapore Expo. Hope things go alright. There are also several meetups coming up, providing me some respite from just training and reading at home.

So the hot topic now is Swine Flu. I'm not going to go in depth into it. What I have to say, everyone already knows. Hope this all comes to an end quickly. It's annoying. Over the course of the epidemic, the name of the flu slowly transforms as well. Swine Flu >> H1N1 Virus >> Mexican Flu (as reported on channel 8). So looks like they rather defame Mexico, than swines. Well, it's alright with me. Pork is nice to makan.

One day, I want to visit Italy. Seems like a damn happening place, a beautiful country of immense heritage, home to comfortable laid-back lifestyles. Simply entering a cafe, sipping capaccino, relaxing, enjoying yourself, taking in the sights and sounds of the piazza, having not a single care in the world, breathing in the rich atmosphere, letting your mind wander. Sweet. I want to visit the Pantheon too. Free entry as well. Given how much the French hates English, I am less appealed to visit them.

Looks like the battle of Sri Lanka vs Tamil Tigers is drawing to a close. After 30 plus years of bloodshed, sweat and tears, this is it. Poised for a final onslaught, Sri Lanka seemed to have finally lost all patience and tolerance, and let loose this crazy tirade in clamming down the tigers. Rest in peace, Tamil Tigers. I will remember you all, because I learnt about you in my Social Studies during secondary school.

YOU have GOT TO watch this video. Slap Chop. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWRyj5cHIQA

Adios. Cheers.

I am often amused at what stuff that people on Facebook become fans of. I know of friends who are fans of Laughing, fans of Hugs, fans of Google Earth, fans of I love my dad and I love my mum. For goodness sake, you do not have to profess your love for such things on the Internet. You are just portraying yourself as a deprived fool incapable of appreciating things in the real world.


I came across this online, so here goes.


If a barber makes a mistake,

It's a .. NEW STYLE

If an engineer makes a mistake,

It is a .. VENTURE

If parents makes a mistake,

It is a .. NEW GENERATION

If a politician makes a mistake,

It is a .. NEW LAW

If a scientist makes a mistake,

It is a .. NEW INVENTION

If a tailor makes a mistake,

It is a .. NEW FASHION

If a teacher makes a mistake,

It is a .. NEW THEORY

If our boss makes a mistake,

It is our .. MISTAKE

If an employee makes a mistake,

It is a .. MISTAKE

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3 jeers to the senseless bureaucratic apparatus that exists in our society. Next month is going to be a very crucial month, where all the outcomes shall be unravelled. Behold.

Cheers. Everyone, let's rejoice in United's win over Arsenal, and also bemoan the chances they let slip.

The crucial point of this blog post - Manchester United 5-2 Tottenham Hotspur. Trailing 0-2 at half-time, United managed to muster belligerent courage and demonstrate ruthless offensive play to destroy Tottenham into a feeble disintegrated assemblage of white shirts in the 2nd half. Without doubt, this whole stunning comeback was incited by the dubious penalty decision. As a Manchester United fan, I dont give a shit. I bet Liverpool whiners will be complaining their asses off. The title is United's to lose.


Several days ago, I went to the Post Office to collect my Driving Licence. Harbouring hope and enthusiasm from the possibilty of driving on my own, I rang up the Car Rental companies in Tampines. To my disgust and dismay, they have certain prerequisites - Minimum 23 years old, and minimum 2 years driving experience. Looks like I am not within the companies' target consumer category. How wonderful. Now I have a license, but no vehicle. No chance of having one at all. Not even to rent for a bloody day. Suck thumb.


Just as the maelstrom of the bird flu has begun to slip off our minds, the new SWINE FLU has emerged to remind us of how animals can strike back, after years of savagely devouring their families. So now it's less pork, and more KFC for me.



Another rejection for me. I have 2 more avenues left to save my ass. And both are still under consideration.


Alright it's time to go. Cheerios!

Because of the fact that I'm not exactly in the mood, compounded by my indolence and lack of time, I shall deliver a short blog post.

First things first, United lost to Everton on penalties. While pundits and experts blabber and blather on the team selection and penalty claim, my emphasis is this - WHY THE F IS RIO FERDINAND CHOSEN TO TAKE THE 2ND PENALTY. I'm flabbergasted and flummoxed at the fact that this shocking event seem to be non-existent. As if Ferdinand did not kick a damn ball. No one actually talked about this, when I feel this is the crucial turning point of the penalty shoot out. Am I really such an insightful critic that I am able to view things in a different light, as compared to the professionals? No idea.

Moving on, the stage is set. The finale is tomorrow. Round 1 of the battle has been completed on April 17, done and dusted. Not the best performance from me, but probably just enough. Tomorrow is the ultimate decider. Final round of the battle. Like they always say, Make or Break. This. Is. It.

Will the ruthless selection process once again decimate my dreams and bury my hopes? Let's pray not.


Cheers, and peace out.

One of my ambitions is to write a novel someday. Not aiming to publish it or whatever, but just want to do it as part of my self-actualization. A goal to work towards. At the moment, I have simply no inspirational topic to even start to write on. Grisham's first book (A Time To Kill) was inspired by his attendance in a trial involving a rape allegation. Wonder what (or who) will be my inspiration. Any ideas?


I have already prepared a battle plan. The showdown is imminent. It is time to wage war, and the stage is set for the final onslaught. 17 April and 21 April are the dates. The fog surrounding my future will be cleared considerably upon the end of the battle. This is the finale, the last surge. Time is not on my side though.


I need to rent a car soon. I have been procrastinating for ages. Need to practise auto car, and also how to properly park in a parking lot. Somebody put the poles, thank you. No, just kidding.


As a result of the birth of the more illustrious Tampines 1, its lesser counterpart, known as Century Square, is now the unwanted, abandoned child of Tampines, on the verge of extinction from consumers' memories. Soon enough, the younger generation will recognise only 2 shopping centres in Tampines, and oh yeah, plus the ulu rundown structural building with the cinema and arcade at the top level. I patronized Century Square on a Saturday, only to be met with the miserable sight of desolation and emptyness. I repeat, a Saturday, not a weekday. Looks like Century Square will soon corrode to become the second East Point, epitome of dullness and boredom. Probably Century Square's saviour will still be its cinema. I would personally recommend that they remove the Amore fitness gym on the top floor of Tampines 1 (Dammit! It only caters for ladies!!!~Wtfscb!!) and replace it with the cinema. Definitely a more shrewd investment move, and maybe even better utilization of space.


Having witnessed the latest addition to Manchester United's horrifying noobcake soccer performances in their 2-1 victory over Sunderland, I believe I have found the decisive weak links in the United team. Before I start, I have never seen Man Utd play so many consecutive matches of gayass pussy displays. It is awfully painful to watch, to be honest.

Back to the main issue, the first weak link is John O'Shea. Ok I believe everyone knows that, so not really an insightful point. He is simply, sub-par. Par being England secondary schoolboys standard.

Secondly, Carrick and Scholes in centre of midfield = Big shit. Both can't defend for nuts, and everytime the opposition attacks, they rummage through Scholes and Carrick as if they were not playing on the pitch, but rather at home watching the match with me. United needs some strong defensive anchorman to stop all these loopholes. Someone needs to protect the defence, because they are perpetually exposed openly to opposition play.

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Ok. Time to chill, and prepare myself. This is it. I want to break free - Queen.

Peace~Cheers.

People tend to drag themselves deeper into issues which they subconsciously know is not right, impossible or plainly unsuitable. The reason is hope. It is the key to the ideals and beliefs within our realms of optimistic thinking, the stimulus that spurs us to reach out for the possible goal. Excessively fixing our sights on the prize and ignoring the circumstances and ramifications, will on the contrary, push us off the edge and send us back into the abyss of disappointment and dejection. Hope can be the spark that we badly need to deliver us from the doldrums, but can also be the blinding factor to our objectives if we go beyond what is rational and pragmatic.

It is thus crucial to attain a delicate balance of idealism and pragmatism. However, I'm a staunch advocate of pragmatism and practical living.
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Mists of uncertainty lies ahead in my rocky path towards the future. Blocked by these clouds of confusion and worry, my visibility is compromised, and I seem to be lost in the labyrinth of good and awry choices. Which path will I embark on, it is still unclear. Nothing is clear, except for the vague goals etched in the mind. Yet as I brood over my choices, doubts begin to emerge over these very aims that I thought was clear-cut right from the start.

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I am still grateful for the fact that I am a civilian. Though not as frequent, I still think about how lucky I am to have my freedom, and my ship is being steered by me myself. Tomorrow I'm going to have a feast. I foresee some Carl's Junior and probably Katong Laksa.

I remember before my driving test, I entered the toilet to witness a mass crowd within the tiny toilet. As I was waiting for my turn, Driving Uncle A tells Driving Uncle B, "you know why Good Friday is good?" Uncle B ignores A. Uncle A continues, "Because it is a holiday!". Uncle A gives a toothy wide grin, while B forces a weak smile on his part, and carries on pee-ing.

Peace. It's Good Friday.

He entered the small cramped room, and noticed that most of the others were already present. Noticing an empty seat right at the back, he sauntered towards it and sat down, making himself as comfortable as it could get. Truth was, the scenario was never going to let him get anywhere near comfortable.

The room was shrouded with deafening silence, interrupted only by the low humming cadence of the air-conditioner. The silence encompassed those who were too anxious to even think, some were in absolute fear such that they could hardly move a muscle, a few were in deep concentration, focused on the challenge ahead, while others having a sanguine mentality, almost bordering on arrogance.

Chewing anxiously on his Wrigley's, his mind swelled with a mix of competing emotions. Confident that he has the ability to overcome the task at hand. Worried that he might commit silly mistakes and thus not attaining his goal. Excited that he can demonstrate skills that reflect his true strengths. Dreading that he might have to further augment his expenditure for lessons if he fails to succeed.

One by one, the people began leaving the room that reeked of nerve-racking unease upon hearing their name announced by the old testers, donned in white but face revealing only blackness from years of boredom at their mundane job. It was 435pm, time to knock off, and all the more impatient these testy irascible testers will become.

Left with only 3 people in the room, he almost felt as if his instructor had failed to actually register his documents for the test. Just as he was pondering the possibilities of his instructor's screw-ups, a typical looking old tester entered the room and called his name. A surge of excitement and adrenaline shot into his bloodstream, as he stood up and marched forward. Here we go.

Entering the car, he switched on the radio, tuned it to 987FM. First song that played was Pussycat Doll's Jai Ho. Nice beats to pump himself up. He began the drive, with the tester initially offering kind words to perhaps alleviate the panic that he has so often encountered. Problem was, he was not even panicking anymore. Instead, he was in a realm of absolute concentration, and could not wait to show him how good he can really be.

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The test went on without anything out of the ordinary. As he made his return back to the starting point, he let out a slight sigh of relief. He followed the tester back to the debriefing room, desperately trying to catch up with the tester's hurried steps, who probably couldn't wait to drink some beer and catch up with old driving fellows at the coffee shop.

Sitting in the room, any feeling of anxiety or excitement has long dissipated. He was just awaiting the results he knew was coming. Just waiting for the black and white on paper. Waiting to see it himself. The tester turned to him, handed over the paper, and said "Look at your mistakes yourself. Bye." So much for de-briefing. He was probably the only one whom did not have a review session with the candidate. Nonetheless, he took the paper, and felt a sense of glee and elation rise up within him. The magic word was ... PASSED.

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Finally no more trips to UBI for lessons. No more manual clutch bullshit. It's gonna be AUTO all the way. No more boring drives around Eunos or the lame circuit. It has all come to an end. And I'm glad I did it in just one try. Finally, I'm a driver.


Wanted to wake up at 4am to catch Man Utd vs FC Porto. But overslept. And thank goodness I did. Coz it was another horrendous performance not worth watching. Disappointing.

Cheers.

April 4 Night - In the final 20 minutes of the match, Liverpool was delivering waves and waves of relentless onslaught upon Fulham's defence, doggedly attempting to breach their stoic defence. The score is 0-0, and I was pleased with the way the match was heading. The clock strikes 90 mins, and Liverpool has yet to break the stalemate. Hopes were high that Fulham will impede Liverpool's chase towards the EPL summit. That was until 2 minutes later, where Fulham's defence finally collapsed. The ball somehow landed at Benayoun's feet after a richochet, and he coolly slots it home. I went WTF, and switched off the television. Disgusted at Liverpool's fortune and also Fulham's downfall at such a late critical stage of the game. Of all times to concede a goal.

April 5 Night - In the final 20 minutes of the match, Manchester United trail Aston Villa 1-2. It was a deserved lead, after a dilligent and efficient performance from Villa. Their cause was further aided by United's sub-par display that mirrored a lower-division side. It was simply horrid to watch, and I thought that only Forlan was good at giving the ball away. Apparently there were around 6 Forlans on that pitch up to that point. 80th minute, and out of the blue, Ronaldo hits a weak yet precise shot towards goal,one that rolled past Friedel's outstretched arm and went into the bottom corner of the net. Game On. 2-2. And 12 minutes after that, the magic moment arrived. 17 year old F. Macheda, turns on the ball, and curls at delightful ball past Friedel's left, and into the net. Old Trafford erupts into a wild boisterous celebration. Another match to add to United's stunning collection of almost impossible comebacks. 3-2.

Great 2 nights of football, and I honestly thought United were heading for defeat. Manchester United are a weak footballing unit without the presence of Rio, Vidic and Rooney. Scholes and Berbatov are actually optional at the moment. Rooney is key.

Alright enough of football.

Today I heard the best thing from somebody in years, and this somebody I hardly even know. The Charisma.


Tomorrow is my driving test. THIS IS IT DAMMIT. Need. to. focus.

Cheers.

There is no client as scary as an innocent man. Because there must only be one and only one verdict - Not guilty. Any other verdicts will screw the client's life up, and also scar the attorney for life.

Without having first tasted the pain and bitterness of failure, one cannot genuinely relish the euphoria and sweetness of success.

The law is not about the truth, neither is it about guilt nor innocence. It is about negotiation, amelioration and manipulation.


Above are some quotes I have come across over the past week. Interesting stuff.

I have got a couple more tuition assignments, and I guess I am relieved, after several weeks of too little income and too much time. Only that I have yet to inform the parents that I will have to stop tutoring by end July, and thus cannot ride out the PSLE with them.

Cheers to the new month ahead.

Came across this interesting fact after viewing the powerpoint slides by Farmer and Atchinson (infamous Houston hotel rackus). Chances of the Earth being swung away from the Solar System by the gravitational pull of a passing star - 1 in 2.2 million. Chances of winning UK lottery - 1 in 13.9 million. We can thus infer, it is 7 times more likely for the Earth to depart from the Solar System, and hence obliterated, than the chances of a English dude striking it big in the lottery.

Have been swimming quite alot over the past week. It is a healthy hobby, and darn cheap as well.

After my driving test, I intend to seek a real job. Probably a temporary administrative assistant. It gets very annoying when ALL the damn meagre temp admin jobs require people to possess a minimum of 2 years adminstrative experience. If every damned lowly job demands that, where the hell can people like me EVER get a single second of practical experience?!

It is crucial for me to be on form during the driving test. Realise that things can screw up real bad if the form is not present. That was kinda what happened, when I made several stupid mistakes in the circuit during my previous driving lesson. Ah well.

Michael Connelly is a good author. Do check him out. His books contain riveting plots, but yet easy to read.

Peace.

I have reached the age whereby all new footballing prodigies and uprising artistes are younger than me. Several years back, no matter how young the new kids on the block are, they are still older than me. Take the times when players like Theo Walcott and Wayne Rooney, or singers like Chris Brown, just emerged into the scenes of fame and recognition.


Last night, yet another disastrous result for Man Utd. But the horrific impact of the devastation was greatly alleviated upon witnessing the result of the other significant match - Tottenham 1 Chelsea 0.
So the pain and shame is being shared, and United continues to maintain a healthy lead over Chelsea. This is crucial because it is of common sense that Chelsea poses more of a threat than Liverpool, no matter what players they pencil into their starting 11. Liverpool's forte is riding on luck. I have never seen a team that depends so heavily on fortune, than on actual calibre of players. Past Liverpool players like Bellamy, Diouf, Cheyrou, Diao, etc etc etc were once being hailed as integral parts of the team, and it goes to show the rich heritage and tradition of Liverpool flop signings within their assemblage. Zero depth in strength. Bet people will not forget the pair of Le Tallec and Sinama Pongolle, the names which will undoubtedly elicit thoughts and mental images relating to the phrase, BIG TIME FLOP!

Actually it does not matter if there are flops in the team. Man Utd fans who have seen the likes Djemba Djemba and Chadwick will attest to that. BUT THE issue here is, no team flaunts their flops as much as Liverpool does. And no team places so much emphasis in signing run-of-the-mill players and going on to claim they are the new world class superstars.

I'm going to admit that the Liverpool defeat plays a part in inciting me to post such disparaging comments of them. Haha. Ok it is time for United to buck up. Tonight Liverpool faces Aston Villa. Go Villa.

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Enough of football blabber. The end of March is looming. Another new month awaits. Time passes so darn fast. I am pleased with the life I am leading at the moment, carefree and joyous. But I am worried about the future. And it is this very worry that is inhibiting the full enjoyment of my current lifestyle. The niggling worry is always at the back of my head, like an unsinkable buoy in the vast oceans of thoughts, perpetually bobbing up and down, never being engulfed or hidden by the treacherous waves, no matter how hard they tried.


It's been a long time since I did some running, and that's probably why I feel breathless pretty quickly after just several sets in the gym.


In life there are things that people do that will definitely go against your beliefs and values of what you perceive as morally correct. My opinion is that there is no way you can expect people to observe YOUR standard of decorum, and I think that deragotary remarks with regards to their less-than-ideal behaviors should be best kept to yourself to a certain extent. Despite us being in a liberal environment, there are still certain unspoken limits . Personal attacks on other people, on how shitty they behave, should just be kept to yourself. As a friend in VS once mentioned to me, how can you expect everyone to be flawless. If you keep rambling on, and going in depth beyond objectivity with your insults, then please do shut up.

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I wish all my friends well in their future endeavours. Hope everyone becomes successful. Cheers.

Simply. speechless. by. the. humiliation.

Man Utd lost 1-4 to Liverpool at Old Trafford..their sacred fortress now appears to be just another grass pitch. How the shit it happened, I have yet to fully comprehend. Before the match I strongly believed Real Madrid were wimps, the way they got owned by Liverpool. Man Utd suddenly appeared a little wimpish. This is simply appalling. Biggest victory for Liverpool over United at Old Trafford in 73 years.

Watched the match at O bar.. Quite comfortable since we got our own table. I am still stunned by the devastating defeat. Dammit.

Anyway one of the bridge at Clarke Quay area is known as ORD BRIDGE! serious, no joke. Looks like even before the mere thought National Service has even emerged in the minds of Singapore, the people already have an affinity towards the word Ord. Interesting, since the bridge is built in the late 1880s i think.

Cheers, and Man Utd gotta wake up their ideas.

Manchester United FC 2 - 0 Internazionale Milano FC

Rooney is the pillar of strength in United's unbreakable edifice. Man Utd are on course in their quest for unprecedented global supremacy, and it's difficult to bet against them, given their relentless form. Problem was Scholes and Carrick played poorly based on their own usual standards. But it's okay, victory has already been achieved.

Do check out Richard Jolly's articles on Soccernet. Think he writes the best opinions amongst all the other correspondents.

I believe it is time to change my specs. My eyes have been feeling very uncomfortable and agitated, coupled with occassional blurred visions.

Completed my first ever lesson in the driving circuit. Really tiring, because of all the waiting and slow movement of all the cars in the vicinity.

Had a flu a couple of days back. Now am fully recovered and raring to go.

Gonna miss the match between Man Utd and Liverpool. Dammit.

Last thing, I think the Watchmen trailer is really very well done, and the accompanying melancholic music simply dovetailed with the creepy graphics. Check it out yo -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3orQKBxiEg


Peace~

I did a good deed today. I think it's been a long time since the last time I did. I led a blind man from Bedok Macdonalds, all the way to the bus stop on the opposite side of the MRT station. A refreshing feeling of helping others.


On another note, I believe I am now immune to rejection and failure. Happened too many times, so I am sort of indifferent towards such situations. I am not feigning nonchalance. It sort of stops getting to you once you have tasted a fair share of not being accepted.


I just got the flu bug. Dammit. No exercising for this Wednesday until I fully recover. Don't wanna collapse in the gym.

Tomorrow is the showdown - Manchester United FC vs Inter Milan FC. Cheers ~

I would like to share a phrase : Learning Is Painful.

In life, we are perpetually faced with problems and scenarios we have never encountered before. We are bound to commit mistakes, choose wrong paths, and make miscalculated judgments. As a result, it is inevitable that we will be reprimanded, criticized, mocked at, harangued, and looked upon with scorn by others.

What I can say is these are all just lessons for us. The times when we are publicly humiliated, times when our dignity is being compromised, times when we feel stupid and foolish - these are the unavoidable pains that comes along with learning. Because it is exactly these painful experiences that etch indelible marks in our minds, so that our mistakes are corrected and remembered, our lessons learnt, and errors ultimately never being repeated again.

So next time when we face such similar situations in the future, we are able to draw upon these past experiences and make correct decisions. It is okay to be laughed at by people during the time when you made your first mistake. As long as you are never mocked again by other people again for the same error in the future.


I'm listening to THE BEGINNING IS THE END IS THE BEGINNING by Smashing Pumpkins, after hearing it from the Watchmen Trailer. It's a different song from THE END IS THE BEGINNING IS THE END. So don't get confused.

Tonight it's Man Utd VS Fulham (FA CUP). But tomorrow morning 8am I gotta reach NUS. Wat the hell man, Im gonna be so shagged out tomorrow.


All the best to everyone's future.

Watched WatchMen yesterday at Cine. As for the movie, I feel the plot was interesting at best, confusing to be honest. It's based on an alternate era of American history, special stuff like US winning Vietnam War, so as to emphasize the different settings the superheroes are based upon. None of the Watchmen has any superpowers, except the imbalanced (IMBAL!) omnipotent DOCTOR MANHATTAN. So it's either you have not much power(aka the rest of Watchmen), or you have all the powers in the entire galaxy (John Manhattan of Watchmen). For the uninitiated, this Doctor Manhattan was a normal physicist who chanced upon some scientific mixup in a lab, and goes through the obligatory zap of some force field or some crap, and then becomes someone who can control MATTER.

And Dr Manhattan does not like to wear pants, so he is perpetually exposing his private parts to everyone. Guess it is to enforce the point that he is devoid of any human emotions, particularly shame.

Since he can control matter, Dr manhattan, this blue nude figure of infinite powers, can kill anyone by just pointing at them. And did I mention he can grow to any size he wants. Damn wtf.
So all the Street Fighters and Heroes and X-Men and Superman should bow down to this Dr Manhattan and pray for mercy, and hope that they don't kenna the finger from him.

Anyway I feel the trailer is way cooler than the actual movie. Haha. Do go YouTube and check out the Watchmen Trailer. Cool shit.

Movie aside, I witnessed a truly scandalous scene at around 1140pm at the Somerset MRT station. Saw a 40 plus year old corpulent man (basically just a fatass uncle) HUGGING a school girl intimately, and the school girl appears to be 14 years old AT MOST. NO WAY it's some fatherly love or wat shit, because the man was sending the girl off , while he went onto the other train route in the end. Talk about pedo. I believe that the world is not liberal enough just yet to accept such a disturbing scene.


Alright I'm nearing my Driving practical test. Learnt parking today, quite easy I suppose :X

Ok cheers~

The time is dawning upon me. Time for a circumspect decision. It's the time for me to choose the path towards my blurry future. I have no damn idea where I'm gonna be next year. Guess not many people out there are hanging in uncertainty.

I realise something. Being a tutor is similar to being a manager at a football club. The parent is the chief executive of the club, and the kid is your team. Just like football, it is a result-oriented industry. Exam schedules are like fixtures, exam scores are your footballing results in matches. Just like football, no one really cares about your performance DURING the test, it's all about the final marks written in red ink. The teacher who marks the papers is the referee, and the kid (team) will haggle the teacher (referee) for more marks in the exam (disallowed goals or contentious decisions). Now that we have laid the foundations for such comparisons, I'm gonna continue my story.

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THE football team (Kiddy Football Club) had an upcoming fixture, against a lowly B division team in a friendly which no one gives a damn about,not even the club supporters. It's just a minor match to warm the team up for the new season that lies ahead. Brimming with confidence, the team expected a walk in the park. As the match went on, it appeared to be ending in a stalemate, until the team conceded a goal in the last minute, and when the final whistle was blown, the team had lost by a soliditary goal. Realising only 6 of his fellow A division teams have won their pre-season friendly matches, the team felt somewhat relieved that other teams (other than the 6) shared the similar fate of losing.

The manager was newly appointed by the club, and right from the start the chief executive had expressed utmost belief that the manager possesses the quality to bring the club to greater heights and even more glorious successes.

However, right after the disappointing FRIENDLY MATCH defeat, the chief executive's confidence in the manager began to waver, despite the match being a useless one. Although the chief executive did not reveal it to the press, it is palpable that a sense of paranoia and fear had gripped the chief. The chief's thoughts were : "Have I hired the right manager?"

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Yeah so my kid failed a meaningless science test by 1 mark, and I can sense the mother starting to question my ability, just a little bit. The kid also complained that only 6 people in the class managed to pass. Ah well that's life dude. Tutoring is a long-term project, and you cannot expect immediate results. Just like football. Did I mention the kid can be pretty hard to manage? It's a bit like Chelsea, has talent but too much egoistic issues. The kid is smart, but can't exactly behave and concentrate. Too bad I can't sack him like how a manager does. But then again, smart kids do perform well in the end, don't they. Woot


Cheers

This is it. 20 mins before the showdown in the Carling Cup final between Man Utd and Tottenham Hotspur. Though it is viewed by many as a mediocre competition, claiming a trophy of any kind would undoubtedly boost the reputation of the club.

Next week, time to return to Seletar Camp for mob briefing. Wth. Boring.

It's the beginning of a new month. Feels like a long time since I ORD-ed, but then again the lingering disgust of the soldier life has not yet vaporized fully off my mind. I happened to be walking home one day, and I was hit by the fact that I was a civilian. Thinking back to the times when I had no freedom, no time to roam the streets freely, no life inside camp, I am just so damn relieved the ordeal is over. Realise it's kinda sickening to NOT be at home for soooo long during the 2 years. Now that I am unfettered by such military bullshit, I have to admit that I am real pleased.

Some people say ORD is over-rated. Well all I have to say of these f-tard people is that they obviously didn't suffer enough during their NS, didnt get a real taste of the true bullshit, didnt work hard enough to warrant their ORD. So get lost.

Alright peace out.

It's baffling how there are no more quality music videos in the world right now. Actually it's been quite some time since one has been made. The last music video that can be deemed spectacular, in my opinion, was Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal. The whole video was entertaining, fun to watch, and magnificent in terms of the dance coordinations, not just the dancing prowess of MJ. That was many years ago.

Nowadays what you see in music videos is people walking around, singing, doing nothing. All meaningless stuff, and really repetitive and definitely boring. All music videos of rock bands just tend to zoom in all the singer, then the guitarist, then the bassist, then some of the audience, then drummer, and the cycle repeats. The music video will "appear" different, due to the different graphics being introduced. Other than that, the damn old concept is the same. Solo artistes will just stare at the camera the whole damn 4 mins or so, singing, with some background movements going on to spice up the video or something.

Even though some artistes are really good performers and do write good songs, someone has got to work on the creativity portion of music videos. Music videos with story lines just don't seem to exist anymore. Shall not list names of artistes, in case I offend people out there or something.

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Last night at around 3am, the customary night catfight took place under my block. I looked out the window, and saw the usual scene. 2 cats facing each other, nose to nose, wagging their tails, and moaning/groaning/wailing/screaming, making their usual war cries. It's creepy how their wails can sound like small children. They will wail and wail and wail for a damn long time, before engaging in a short burst of violence, scratching and pulling into a blurry furball, and then stopping abruptly after a mere 2 seconds,and returning to the standard pose of staring and wailing at each other. The noise finally stopped when some dude went downstairs and scared them off. I expect another fight for supremacy, tonight.

No offence to Duffy fans, but her voice seriously gives me the creeps and pushes me to the brink of explosion. She sounds like a deranged duck.

Yesterday was caught in the torrid rain while going off to give tuition. Oh the pain and sacrifice, for the sake of money. Can't wait to pass driving. Time to go.

Cheers.

Today I'm in the mood. To share another story (sourced from my mind) with all of you. As usual , its an analogy of something else. Do enjoy.

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It's the year 5015, in a 1st world country known as (insert imaginary name). Differences in political ideals and mindsets have polarized the country into two major factions, namely the Liberals and the Conservatives. A citizen belongs to either one of the 2 groups, and his/her political orientation is heavily dependent on the surroundings he grew up in, and the schools he/she attended in the past.

A bright young man, named XY, worked as a secretary in the Liberal party and soon caught the eye of the leaders within the Liberal Party with his precocious composure and brilliant tactical mind. His tenacity and fearlessness were also admired by the leaders, and they soon propelled him to the prestigious seat of Secretary General of Liberal Party. XY dared to speak out for himself and his people, was full of fervent enthusiasm, and had more smart ideas than any other member in the committee upon his appointment as S-G. He was seen as the best man to lead the party forward, as the party embarked on a quest in seizing control of the country's political scene. Before long, he was named the President of Liberal Party.

Desperate to fast-forward his promises of political monopoly, he contrived an audacious plan. He discussed his idea with only his closest aides, and warned them against leaking the plan out. This clandestine maneuver must not be shared with anyone else, not even the Vice President. His aides promised to keep mum.

Apparently, one of his aides had a mouth that leaked worse than a broken pipeline, and soon enough news of XY's bold plan was revealed in bits and pieces to other members of the party. Instead of being infuriated by the secret plan, the other committee members were shocked, and some even began laughing at the absurd idea and XY's desperate attempt. It was viewed by all as scandalous and simply would not work in the current political climate.

Blinded by a fog of grandiose ambitions, XY ignored the critics and began taking action according to his planned scheme. He wanted to take control of both parties, and make himself the inaugural leader of the country.

The plan involved XY personally working with the female President of the Conservative Party, known as XX. His objective was to partner her in bringing the political conflict to an end, and working hand-in-hand in rebuilding the nation and the economy, which had severely deteriorated in the midst of the political instability. From there, XY would take control of the nation.

Miss XX was gullible enough to join Mr XY in the mutual partnership, as she sincerely wanted a genuine improvement in the well-being of the citizens in the country. The other members of the Liberal Party committee were stunned that the plan worked, and soon began despising Mr XY. They were disgusted that XY was actually willing to work with their much hated enemy in this mutual partnership, and were turned off by the sight of them together, giving pretentious speeches beside one another in front of the cameras.

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Only 6 months into the partnership, things began to turn sour. Instead of calming the conflict in the community, internal strife began to rage between the 2 leaders. It was obvious that the liberal tendencies of XY were too revolting for Miss XX, and XX's conservative mindset was too sickening for XY to handle or accept. The writing was already on the wall long ago, but the ill effects only came to fruition after 6 difficult and ineffective months of working together.

The partnership split, and the political differences were never settled. Despite XY's initial desire for national political control by making use of the Conservative Party, the failure to take the Conservatives (and their female president) under his wing long enough proved to be the demise of his plans.

XY's desire for a united front was for his own good, and to satisfy his own hunger for power. XX's wish for a united political front was for the good of the community, and to appease the people's hunger for peace and stability.

The Liberals' reputation took a beating as a result of this. Since then, the Liberals and Conservatives have never come close to working together ever again, and the differences are still omnipresent. Never will they be mediated. Never will there be a political monopoly, be it liberal or conservative. Never will the Liberal XY and Conservative XX be seen together again.


END

insecurities eating me alive. where will I be. when tomorrow comes.

It's the end of the week. Going for some learning centre interview on Sunday. dammit I thought I have already nailed the job. Told them I would consider n call them back. Now there's a interview, and I heard the lady say "eh another one" to a colleague of hers, referring to me, of course. I ain't just another one. I am THE ONE......



here's my best wishes to everyone pursuing their dreams, or have the chance to.

Today, im gonna talk about people who post on Stomp.

Some articles are quite acceptable i suppose, as in, the issue mentioned is noteworthy and is of some importance. However, MOST ARE SIMPLY STUPID, LUDICROUS, ABSURD, RIDICULOUS.

I am truly sickened by the fact that several people go around taking photos of people, and complaining about every single damn shit. You gayass stompers are the real pests and pose a genuine nuisance to the community. It's obvious you PERCEIVE yourself as a gallant knight fighting for the rights of mankind, a valiant protector of the values in society, and keeper of the morals of the people. Well, I shall kindly present you with a finger. The finger, as described by Eminem, that is not the index or pinkie, or the ring or the thumb.

As I looked through STOMP, it is appalling how these imbeciles post stupid stuff like DANGEROUS WORKER CARRIES EXPOSED SAW IN MRT. And the pic shows just an Average Joe holding a saw safely in place, close to himself. The idiotic STOMPER is "concerned" that people will get hurt by brushing against it. To the stomper : I think it is more dangerous when people brush past YOU, coz their face gets posted on stomp unnecessarily for the silliest of reasons. If the news was MAN EXPOSES PRIVATES IN MRT, then you probably deserve some plaudits.

Obviously most of them have nothing to do on the MRT, wanna try out their camera phone, and also gain some publicity while at it, by posting it on STOMP. Congrats on affirming your stupid and perverse mentalities.

For the sake of Stompers' reputation and the online community, do post something more useful and intelligent in the future. Kindly stop abusing the online media.


OH MAN I CAN SO IMAGINE A STOMPER WANTING TO DELIVER A TIRADE AGAINST ME, if he/she happen to see this. Heck.


On a lighter note, my driving lesson on friday is cancelled. I need a break from the mundane driving routines. i need a license already. Later in the afternoon, I'm going off to tutor a pri 5 kid. Good luck to myself.

Eminem has definitely lost his mojo. Compare his newest song "Crack a bottle" and his past masterpiece "The Way I Am". Simply no match. Eminem , very sadly, seems like just another rapper now. I remember i saw this statement sometime back "The world is coming to an end, because the best golfer is black and the best rapper is white".

Peace out.

I would like to share a story. It's kinda long, so PLEASE do be patient.


Once upon a time, a Mother Eagle Bird gave birth (via eggs) to 4 Male birds on the same day, and thus their nascent brotherhood bonds were formed. In the years of infancy till adolescence, the 4 birds were carefree, unhampered by any care or worry, and basically enjoyed each other's company very much. They gathered frequently, and flew across different places, embarked on many adventures and misadventures, and truly relished their time together.

However, the good old innocent days soon came to an halt, and stark reality set in. In order to survive as an adult bird, it's either fight or get beaten, and there can only be one ultimate winner/champion.

Bird Alpha grew up to be a fat pompous fellow, who tended to assume he had the looks and the quality to be the top bird around. Despite his weight, he was relatively strong and brawny.
Bird Bravo grew up to be a flamboyant maverick, wild punk, but was actually sensitive and had a brilliant mind within. He similiarly felt that he was the best of the 4 brother birds as well.
Bird Charlie grew up to be a ignorant, happy-go-lucky brat, who preferred to indulge in everything other than hunting. However, he did possess a good ability to hunt, and had the attributes to do so.
Bird Delta grew up to be a nerdy fellow who had little knowledge of the world around him, and is more affectionately referred to as "the innocent cockhead". Viewed as the weaker bird around, he appeared to pose the least threat.

As they ventured together for a random hunting trip one fine day in summertime, they stumbled across a beautiful female rabbit, with succulent flesh wrapped around her delicate bones. What a sight, and what a awesome meal she would turn out to be. As they eyed her trotting across the luscious fields, the manner of her movement exuded sheer elegance and charm. Her fur was as white as snow, and she was seemingly flawless. And most importantly, they wanted to capture her as their first ever prey, their unprecedented trophy/prize, and hence to prove himself as THE best bird in town. Time to draw first blood.

All the birds were eager to land the meal for himself, albeit Charlie's lesser concern and enthusiasm. In order to attain their objective, the scheming began, and the bonds of brotherhood were soon forgotten and thrown out the window. The rabbit, sensing the peril she was in, decided to flee, while the birds began to give chase.

Sensing the arrogance of Bird Alpha, Bird Bravo and Delta decided it was of their best interests that Alpha gets eliminated first. Not that they believe Alpha would be a threatening player in the chase, but instead they were simply disgusted by his antics. As such, they managed to lead Alpha onto the wrong route in the pursuit of the rabbit, and left Alpha there alone, lost in the middle of nowhere (Also known as Pang Seh Tactic). Having no qualms of forsaking Alpha and kicking him out of the race, the other 3 birds continued their dogged pursuit of the rabbit.

Soon after, Bird Charlie came across several of his Bird School classmates, and subsequently went off to join them in their games and activities. Charlie's ignorance and departure worked to the advantage of Bravo and Delta, and as such only 2 of them were left to slog it out.

As they continued seeking and pursuing and chasing the rabbit, nerdy Delta contrived a heinous plan. Delta knew he was disadvantaged and could not fight it out with Bravo directly, since Bravo was the better bird and well ahead of Delta in the pursuit. Midway into the chase, Delta feigned his usual innocence and stupidity, lied about sighting the rabbit, and led Bravo along the wrong route, just like what Alpha had encountered. Of course Bravo believed him, since Bravo viewed Delta as the stupid underdog and thought that dumbo Delta would be naive enough to spill the truth. As Bravo went ahead in the false route, Delta speedily flew off away from Bravo.

As Delta went off on his own along the correct route, he finally found the rabbit. However, he did not capture and kill the rabbit on the spot, as his grandiose plan was not yet accomplished. He conned the rabbit into following him, saying that he did not actually eat meat but prefer to eat tofu, and that he wanted to protect the female rabbit from the "big bad evil carnivorous Bravo eagle". The rabbit, thinking that Delta was actually sincere ,decided to follow Delta off to another place. Delta knew Bravo would rush back to hunt both him and the rabbit down.

Bravo soon realised his mistake, and comprehended the evil intentions of Delta. Brimming with rage and boiling anger, he sped off at full speed in search of both Delta and the rabbit, swearing profanities along the entire way.

After several hours of futile searches, Bravo decided to take a break. He found a dark cave on a cliff near their usual eating grounds, and decided to seek shelter over there.

Once he entered, he overheard some cackles within the dark corners of the cave. Curious, Bravo inched deeper into the carvern, and witnessed something that shocked and angered him to the hilt.

The rabbit was lying beside Delta, both were smiling at Bravo. Delta smirking because of his grand victory over his brother Bravo. The rabbit grinning because she thought she was safe from the malicious clutches of Bravo bird. How gullible.

Before Bravo could move a single muscle fibre in his body, Delta dug his beak into the throat of the rabbit , and in the blink of an eye, blood began gushing out of the rabbit's open neck. Delta begain devouring his ultimate prize, as Bravo looked on, rooted to the spot. Gobsmacked. Gutted. Astonished at his shameful defeat to the underdog. Stunned that his initial pole position in the pursuit of the rabbit had been overturned by Delta, OF ALL BIRDS!

Instead of fighting back and venting his anguish, Bravo turned around, flapped open his wings, and soared off the cliff.

Gliding through the warm air of summer, he went in search, of the next prize. At that moment, his anger had already dissipated. It was soon replaced with regret and pain, and also shame.

He had lost. The bitter taste of his own medicine soon lingered in his mind. Now he understood how brother Alpha must have felt.


The End.

ps. i didnt copy this from anywhere..lolx

Have gotta be honest, life has been treating me rather pleasantly these few weeks, and I have been really lucky. I have a source of income, have a very flexible working schedule, and have loads of free time to enjoy my civilian life.

Tomorrow I'm going to commence my tutoring assignments. 2 of them in one day. All the money will be used for my driving lesson expenses. These few days, I have been feeling a bit tired though, seemingly unable to concentrate. Sianz.

Man Utd can't stop winning at the moment.

I have always believed in this motto, and sort of lived by it : All good things come to an end (based on the Nelly Furtado song). So when I'm enjoying something good, I expect it to last for only a limited period of time. Everything good will end. In this way, you will not have too much high hopes and false expectations, and when the good times seize to exist, you will not stumble too hard or feel too dejected. Anticipate always.

Alright you people have to seriously check this Link out. This is seriously kinda absurd. Apparently somebody thinks Singaporeans cant walk or travel more than 5 mins w/o the help of MRT. And hence in the future, everywhere u walk, u will bump into one mrt station. No fail.
Heres the link to the future MRT map of S'pore - http://www.singaporepropertymarket.com/future_mrt_lrt_system_map.htm



Cheers.

Went for 葉麗儀 Frances Yip's concert last night. It was a truly fabulous spectacle. She is the epitome of quality singing, the bona fide powerful performer. Seriously, nobody should talk anything about splendid LIVE singing performances until they heard her sing. She's the real deal.

Tonight there is Man Utd Vs Derby. Finally, its been a long time since I had my dose of United football enjoyment.

For the past week, I have slept at 2am and woke up at around 11 plus am. I am normal again!!

Had driving lesson today. My 9th lesson, and finally a lesson whereby everything went freaking smoothly on the road. But den again, things will cock up again the very moment I begin to feel a tinge of complacency, so I anticipate some screw ups in the next lesson. I am always brought back down to hard Earth the second I leap off its surface, so I'm used to it. That's life. Dammit I wanna pass and start driving already.

2 Days ago - Did relief teaching for the pri 1 class again. Gave the kids some tough admonition to wake up their ideas. Shouted at them till my voice zhao xia when I restarted teaching. Haha. But the cool part was at the end of school, where 2 girls and 1 boy came over and hug me when I said byebye to them. During art class, another girl drew me a card as well. Yeah kinda cute, coz when they were actually hugging my knee.

Tomorrow going gym. V Day watching Frances Yip Concert. Went popular earlier today to read up some Pri 5 syllabus, in prep for my tutor assignment. Nothing too tough to handle. Phew.

Shall not get a new job until I pass my TP.



Cheers~

The past few days had been so damn positive and fun.

6,7,8 Jan - Worked at the Nike Warehouse sale. Really a damn cool and interesting experience. Though had to keep standing for damn long hours, it was all forgotten during the work. Getting my hands dirty and doing work, I suddenly felt alive again. And met many new people. Not to mention some eye candies that made the overall experience a bit more sweet :X And i got several free Nike stuff. Absolutely value to the max. I'm looking forward to some Puma warehouse sale or something. Definitely going for it.

9 Jan - Went to VJ to help out as some station master for the school orientation. Quite interesting too. Seeing the VJ spirit. Looking at the future NSFs enjoying their first few moments in VJ. Lunch was provided too. Good Value for work input again.

Earlier in the past week, I have been hanging out a lot. Watched Changeling already, which was quite a good show. A movie based on a true story, my fav. Next to watch, is Valkyrie. Dammit I have to find time to exercise as well.

Tomorrow going to resume my relief teaching. I'm really enjoying myself at the moment. Maybe because I seriously relish and treasure my freedom as a civilian, after escaping the realms of National Service.


so once again, lets all shout ORD loh!

Started relief teaching. So far, it has been pretty fun and cool. The kids are damn responsive.

My throat is pretty dry now, and I need sleep. Woke up at 8am today. Unprecedented!

Cheers. Driving tomorrow.

sian bad day..

almost got killed during driving..thanks to some ignorant arsehole who swerved right in front of me..forcing me into the other lane, with an on coming bus ramming full speed ahead towards me.nvm.

Cant play my FM09 anymore. no games to play. bored.

Reading Le Carre can be pretty taxing,but nonetheless a brilliant author. bored.

The very fact that I am actually writing a post on this blog, that was supposed to be dead and buried eons ago, just goes to show..HOW BORED I AM.

guess you must be bored, to read my blog. welcome aboard to the bored blog.

wah shit I better stop typing before more garbage is being spawned.

Just came across this Soccernet news - Rafa Benitez questions Wigan tactics. For the last time Rafa, please shut your trap and do some tinkering with your own tactics. You guys are Liverpool, a top 4 team (albeit the perennial pretender to the epl throne), so stop whining all the time for goodness sake. I wonder who he is going to lash out at next. Probably my blog.

Went to watch Red Cliff 2 . The show was not bad, except towards the end, some parts became pretty absurd. With higher rank, you tend to have invincible powers (this is called with great responsibility comes great power). The generals become Bruce almighty or smthg in the midst of the battles, taking on waves and waves of human-soldier sacrifices that eagerly queue up before them, awaiting their rapid execution and blood spillage. Oh yeah, the part whereby Tony Leung dives across an impossible distance to catch his wife, for a split second I thought I was watching superman returns. or spiderman.

Having driving lessons tmr. Probably going to cycle on Saturday. So little things to do, so much time.


Downloaded new song - Akon-Beautiful. Groovy, but as usual, boring lame lyrics. Na na na na na. Oh yes, The Ting Tings' song "Thats not my name" ranks among my all-time detested song list. Fuck, I dun care wads ur name anymore, after u sang tt song.

Well it's 2:19am. Time for food. Cheers.

jus saw something on the internet, which almost caused my heart to explode out of my mouth, and then implode into my abdomen. saw this guy, getting into some uni course...nvm shall not talk further..shocked, but now i have calmed down.

went swimming with dad. had a good exercise session. but then ate prawn mee and mcwings for dinner. both of it for dinner. coz prawn mee sucked balls, so have to go to mac to satisfy my hunger and also my tastebuds.

i wanna be successful in the future. no need to be freaking rich, own many luxurious rides or reside in opulent housing environments. jus wanna be successful. so help me God.

one day, i wish to be an eloquent and confident orator, have the ability to deliver captivating and spectacular speeches..be like an Obama or something.

for now, my life has no aim. Dunno what uni I'm going. Yes, until now. feel sian.

here's a synopsis of my life at the moment :



Kenneth awakes to Don Henley's Boys of Summer (courtesy of his phone alarm), the usually calming and melodious tone has transformed into a rebarbative and raucous chime in his ears. Obviously unaccustomed to shifting his lazy butt off the enchanting bed at such unhumanly hours of Kenneth biological time(the time is 12pm), he clumsily switches off the alarm, remains recumbent, drops the phone beside his head, and dozes back off to the state he enjoys the most, in deep sleep. Some time later, the sweltering heat, the glaring and painful sun rays, full bladder and the severe hunger pangs proved too much for the ever-so-relentless Kenneth, and forces him to awake and face the glory of daylight. He twists his stiff neck to have a look at the ugly face of the clock. 2pm. Not too bad, not too bad. At least he didn't miss dinner or supper.

So Kenneth moves sloppily to the bathroom, washes up reluctantly, and then drags his lazy body and half-deadened mind towards the beholder of all truths and knowledge, his computer. From there, he checks his usual websites. Facebook, Soccernet, Facebook, Wikipedia, Dictionary, Facebook,Man Utd website, Facebook,Hotmail (Mental note to self : Do check facebook again). He repeatedly checks Sleuth (The detective game) to ascertain that he has reached the limit of playable mysteries for un-subscribers for the day.

Later. Feeling much alive from the replenishment of worldly knowledge (Man Utd won!) and daily dose of computer screen radiation, he moves on to the next phase of his gloriously wonderful day. Food. A chore, to be frank. Eat eat eat. Another boring meal, another mundane event.

The highlight of the day beckons, after the food session. He bathes, and prepares himself for the arduous, yet exciting, task ahead of him. Gym/Swimming.

After a good relaxing work out session, he moves along to get his essential intake of food, once again. Of course, a chore it is. Then back to his crib, he changes his outfit, and back to the slack internet surfer outfit. boxers and singlet.

Back to the computer. He searches for job postings, meticulously reading the job details, and subsequently eliminating all his options, because they all want people who can commit for 6 months or so. No way Mr Kenneth can withstand the torturous routine of WAKING UP EARLY for WORK for SIX MONTHS.

It is night time. Back to his room, his so-called sanctuary, where he does his thing. Not what you are thinking. He reads a good book (John Le Carre is a fav) in his room, absolutely savouring the tranquility and the rare solitude. Such surreal and peaceful atmosphere can only occur at night, which explains the nocturnal lifestyle of his.

Soon after, it is back to television/computer for more knowledge consumption. And of course, the favourite meal of the day,supper (Because he is most awake at this hour). Most likely a scrumptious mac cheeseburger, or some delectable ice cream cones. Who cares if it is unhealthy, he exclaims to himself. If Kenneth is lucky, he will inadvertently stumble upon a Man Utd match (whereby he had also inadvertently checked the soccer fixtures beforehand), which he will watch without fail. Oh come on, he thinks to himself, such a rare show, of coz must stay up late lah! However, even with the absence of Man Utd matches on his tube, he will somehow find a show that appeals to him. During such times, he will think, oh come on, such a rare show. He was actually watching Solitary 2.0, The moment of truth, or simply Headline News on ChannelNewsAsia.

Soon it is 5am, and he slowly returns to his lair. The tempting bed awaits for his butt and back to rest upon it. And it is at this moment, he feels something strange. something called, deja vu. And then he thinks back, and realises something awfully disturbing. The pertubed mind thinks : I have been living such a life since I ORD-ed.




yeah so im slacking my arse off coz i have no job. oh shit did i mention The Moment Of Truth is one hell of an exciting show.

anw cheers to the year ahead.

Gong Xi Fa Cai!

I think I am gaining a bit of weight. But not too serious yet.

Found a job. Just a simple 3 day assignment, some Nike Warehouse sale at Expo. The low is quite pathetic, but at least I have something to do.

Came across this Jay-Z song, here are some of the lyrics that I feel is pretty cool

- Rosa Parks Sat So Martin Luther Could Walk
Martin Luther Walked So Barack Obama Could Run
Barack Obama Ran So All The Children Could Fly
So I'ma Spread My Wings, You Can Meet Me In The Sky

I wanna drive a car.

During JC, before I could do a single pull up, I had a dream. I dreamt that I was doing pull-ups effortlessly, and I can do a lot of it. Soon after, it has indeed happened. I could do a lot of pull-ups in real life.

After some time, I had another dream. I dreamt that I could run effortlessly, and I can run a hell long distance of it. Soon after, it has indeed happened. I could run with no kick..........But only for around 200m. So up til now, I still can't run effortlessly for long distances.

Yesterday was reading this blog of my fren. His blog is one of the funniest shit around. I really LOL-ed while I was reading.

I'm into my 6th lesson of driving. Still got long way to go. Driving lessons are really draining.

Since the Batam trip, I have not went to gym. Feel lethargic and lazy. What happened?!

The time now is around 12pm. Woke up at 11am. The earliest I have woken up without alarm, since dunno when. Shucks, dunno whether I will be awake enough later, during driving. Yawnx.

Finding a job is harder than I thought.

The End.