News: 23/12

Its 2 days to Christmas!!! Oh who am I kidding. Christmas in Singapore is just another day for me since I'm neither religious or my family exciting. Thats about it. Happy Holidays I guess.

In other news, I found out today that I cannot work in a committee :D Today after the hard labor of moving stuff 50 meters to the right, campfire comm sat down to plan the opening of the campfire. And as I sat there, hyped up by the endorphins in my system after some good hard exercise, I gave suggestions and participated! A bit too much. You see, I would suggest an idea, and someone else would also suggest an idea, I would argue until I got my idea written down. Its not that my ideas were trash or even better than the other. They would be similar in merit, but i would fight to have mine used. Like any good scientist, I experimented on how much force it would take for me to sit back and accept another person's idea. Sadly, it took a lot of restraint to sit back and say "Thats a good idea." So lesson learnt. Try to value other people's opinions more. Or failing that, restrain yourself better.

Also, got GTA San Andreas from Dao Han. THANKS! New game to play :D Installed and works just fine.

NEW SHORT STORY!

Yay everyone new short story. I've been watching clips of Heavy Rain and was sorely disappointed to see that its only on PS3. Its a wonderfully cinematic experience and i'll be proud to say i've played it. Its a genre defying innovation. So here's a story heavily inspired by Heavy Rain.

Murder Suicide

Darkness. The light flickers in the dank corridor, marred with organic brown stains of dilapidated dry wall. The faded and frayed carpet beneath his feet stained by the alcohol spilling from the bottle. Muted sobs. Broken glass. A picture, happy people, torn in two by fate. Harsh music plays on, percussive heartbeats of despair itself. Rain splatters against the glass, creating shadows in an already dark room. He staggers toward the glass in a final testament of his resolve, hurling himself out, a final crescendo, and is heard from no longer...

The rain poured down, mingling with the dirt on the pavement, and the blood seeping onto the street as an apartment building loomed over the scene like a watchful guardian. Detective Franklin Lenox didn't have to work on Christmas, and he damned well knew it, but since his wife had left him and taken the kids, he had nowhere else to go, except back to the bottle. The brown, red mixture seeped toward him and stained his leather boots. He shook off the haze of half a bottle of Jack Daniels and glanced down at the scene. Not pretty, as usual. A young lieutenant sidled up to him, and Frank could tell, by the look on his face, it was his first field job. The queasy, nervous look on his face; "Figures, Christmas eve and they send me a boy" The scene had been taped up by uniforms already, and the curious, pressing faces of the crowd told him that there were no witnesses. He looked down at the body. It was curiously peaceful, for a guy who had a hole in his chest. Limbs were twisted beyond recognition, and his skeleton was pulp. Christmas was a common season for jumpers and Frank had seen another two today. The only problem was the hole in his chest. It was a through and through, the ribcage jutting outward like petals of a flower. This was no suicide, it was murder. He looked up at the building and spotted a broken window. He turned and the lieutenant hurried after him...

The apartment manager sweated profusely as he followed the detective up the dilapidated stairs to the deceased's apartment. "Didn't know 'im that well, I swear it..." He mumbled, "Quiet fellow, kept to himself y'know? There was this girl that followed 'im around, I ah, forget her name. 'Cept, she don't come around no more, y'know?" The young lieutenant was taking notes, and Frank was happy to let him deal with the red tape. Frank Lenox didn't get to be a top detective by taking notes. He felt the surroundings. Became one with them. That way he knew what was out of place straightaway. The dark, dank corridors, rotten walls and flickering lights spelled suicide nice and clear. This place was depression personified. "'ere we are, room 401." The manager took out the keys and opened the door with a creek. The one room apartment was dark. Musty wallpaper hung off the walls, and the streetlights outside gave the room an eerie glow. Rats scurried around the kitchen counter and a light flickered in the bathroom. Frank walked over to the window. Shards of glass hung off it, and looking down, was the body it had failed to restrain. The only table was crowded with liquor bottles and nothing else. Ripped pictures of a girl and the victim littered the floor. "Textbook suicide" Frank called out. "No guns anywhere though." Added the lieutenant. "Strange" thought Frank. But other cases needed his attention. As he left the apartment, a single scrap of paper caught his eye. He picked it up and eyed it over, but had no clue what it meant. It simply said:"1/6"...

Frank settled in the office for what seemed to be a rather bleak evening. Two drunken teens had just been brought in for drunken partying and he had to do the usual red tape.

"So, what are you teens in for then?" He asked.

"We didn't do no nothing" The larger of the two exclaimed. "We were just drinking and playing russian roulette and blasting music and stuff."

Frank sighed "They called the police because of that music, and russian roulette? Are you guys frickin nuts?"

"Yea, that kid upstairs hated our music, screamed at us a few times too. Then he showed up at our door today with our revolver and said we should play again."

"Again?"

The smaller one piped up, "Yea, we play russian roulette all the time, but with no bullets, to get ourselves buzzed. Its an ancient revolver see? Can't get bullets nowhere. 'Cept tonight." He sniggered.

"Tonight?"

"He showed up with our gun, we hadn't seen it for days. He screamed at us a good bit too, but we were buzzed as hell. He gave us our gun and left with a bottle o rum. So we tried the gun out the window and it actually fired! We were so stoned that we laughed." And with that the smaller one fell off his chair and lay still. "Hang on, where did you live again?" Frank asked, suddenly sharp.

"Room 301 at the Carter building, at Queens. Why?"

Peace on Earth man...

I realised we should probably stop wailing on the religion folks.

Of course we could tell them that they're wrong, or science proves this or that, but why rock the boat, especially if their boat isn't going your direction? They have their beliefs and you have your's, so unless they manifest and clash physically, there's no reason to respond to them.

The cause of today's post is:

1. I have nothing much to say, except for the 403 party at Dylan's house. That was awesome.

2. I overheard this conversation on an mrt about 2 guys arguing over theological theories.

They walked away both upset and both equally unsatisfied.

I've argued with religious people before, and its tedious and frustrating when someone else doesn't see things your way, especially with a concept so ingrained into the mind that it is hard to extract without permanent damage such as religion. So here's a list of reasons why not to argue with a religious person:

1. You view his viewpoints as ignorance and disregard any reason he has to offer.

2. You try to tear down his mental framework and replace it with your own, no matter how flawed, i.e conversion.

3. You feel you are in some way superior to him because he doesn't share your beliefs.

4. You become condescending and believe it is his ignorance and stupidity that prevents him from seeing things your way.

5. You've just sunk as low as religious people. Congrats, you are now one of them.

If a religious person does try to force his beliefs on you, then feign disinterest or engage in witty banter. If executed correctly, he will feel frustrated enough to be discouraged. If he can't take a joke, steer clear.

On a lighter note. Dylan's house was awesome XD And i realised I love starting fires haha. Its like an adventure when you start out, and having to make split second decisions and judgements with the physical thrill of the heat of the flames teasing you. Its awesome to start fires :D

And so many 403 people showed up today! It really feels like family again, and I can't help but smile when I looked at everyone :) Wanted to play Guitar Hero badly though. Too bad really. But the victoria secret show more than makes up for it though ^^ Played with Dylan's dog a lot too! She's soooo cute! I want a dog when I get my own place. Not sure about the responsibility though, cause I'll probably be gone a lot at night. Ah well. BBQing stuff is awesome.

And I still maintain I make the best charcoal toasted marshmallows this side of Singapore :D

Chuck is awesome

I'm watching the entire season of Chuck now. Season 3 to be exact. Its pretty awesome :D Although people say it kinda defeats the purpose of a nerdy geek fighting evil, i think the intersect in his head is still the essence of Deus Ex Anima. But the thing about Chuck really is the whole love hate relationships between the characters. Its so complicated and frustrating looking at Chuck blow it so many times. But I really feel like I want a girl again. The whole thing with Jan was complicated and messed up. But I think I finally know the reason why it didn't work out in the end.

It was age.

Back then we were too immature to ask if this was what we wanted, if we knew where we were going. So we blindly followed the stereotypes of what a boyfriend and girlfriend was supposed to do. We so blindly followed this that when we actually knew what we wanted out of the relationship, it was too late. It fell apart.

But the warmth and security and physical intimacy. I miss that. I really do.

Having someone to be with, no barriers or secrets, to hold each other. I want that. I want it again.

Honestly, this is going to be the one quote from "Love Guru" that I'm going to follow.

"You must love yourself, before you can love someone else."

So. What am I?

(a) A Scotch drinking, partying, Barney Stintson?

(b) A down to earth, devoted, caring and emotional boyfriend

Now to see how many readers I have. Pick (a) or (b) if you think that's what i truly should be and tag me on Twitter. And don't reference the blog :P I'll release it when I want.

I'm pretty tired. But I'm still posting. Hey!

Damn I'm exhausted.
Day after day of 9 to 5 ARP takes its toll. In the dead silent lab, watching the night sky with my microscope. Its actually quite amazing. Quantum dots are really beautiful. They twirl and swirl around in random directions, sparkling like shooting stars. Hang on, I may have a video.

Nope, I don't

But here's some nice shots :D

But still, work is tedious and exhausting, watching the tiny pixels on the screen for hours. It somehow drains you of life.

Trying to finished before Christmas and New Year, so that I can get some fun in order with the 403 gang. Which means I'm in overdrive now, its the only thing keeping me focused.

An introverted gamer nerd,

A debonair party animal,

A dreamer looking for romance.

Pick one, all me :)

OH NOOOOOO

play the video in the background as you read my post.

1. Mentor says my ARP has been done by 8 PhDs in Korea in a National Science Lab.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

2. My mentor declares last 4 months of ARP as "backup data" and requests I start again with a new batch of quantum dots.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

2a. The deadline is in 3 weeks.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

3. Twitter is now extremely addictive.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

4. I have no more games to play.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

5. Taylor Swift is growing on me after being introduced by someone.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

6. There are no more decent parties for a while.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

7. The video is extremely annoying and you would have turned it off by now.

OHH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

If you haven't turned off the video, congratulations! Have a cookie on me. It'll help you get over your hearing loss :D

Bye.

Rain drips down the window.

Random pitter patters on my mind.

Each melding into each other into an indistinguishable eternity.

Gorillaz playing softly, Broken I believe.

Unable to sleep, I turn to the glare of the screen.

Racked with guilt over work,

Dreading leaving hostel.

Anticipation of dinner and friends,

in the dark light of my room,

where the outside world is cold, wet and unforgiving.

Grey mist covers the sky,

obstructing the view of beyond.

It is shapeless, formless, without direction.

Its so peaceful.

I am alone.

News: 15/11/10

Wooo.

I guess. Today was all shades of weird. But due date was pretty cool. Honestly, not movie of the year, but seeing Robert Downy Jr in those situations were enough to make me laugh. And the retarded jokes. lol.

Relationship module was, expected. Everything I knew beforehand so content = 0. Presentation by the speaker was quite ok. What a strange person.

403 outing today was, at best, a series of highly coincidental and distressing events. Starting from Gerlynn, who quite graciously emoed off at dinner, for no apparent reason. Gerlynn, if you're reading this, I hope you're feeling better :)

Yanling was getting a job at some tuition center and forgot the interview was today :O So she had to go early, and by early I mean before it even started.

Next up, Due Date, which was funny and retarded as usual.

Then, Dylan met an unfortunate and distressing incident, which led to him and Rachel emoing off early back to hostel. Dylan and Rachel, if you're reading this, I hope you feel better soon :)

We met JM, kashing and WX at makeout point on the roof, and it was awkwarrddd....

At that point Ming Yan was the only girl left, so we all just stared across the bay into the night.

Something felt wrong. It wasn't the usual warm, comfortable and safe feeling I get with 403. It was more of a hollow, cold, "stop lying to yourself" awkwardness. Ah well. Watch Bump to make it go away :D

Sleepy now.

Avoid Vivo for the next few days.

Narrative

I've always been bitching about how I never get to write narratives anymore, so I'm giving it a shot. In honor of Black Ops, T minus 3 days, I shall write one about the Vietnam War. Its a bit gory, so girls who read this, don't say I didn't warn you.

The Battle of Hill 137

Rick Hale, 23. 2nd Lieutenant, US Marine Corps.

19 October 1963

Dear Diary,

Same shit different day I guess. I think it's the jungle. Definitely the jungle. The rain pours down and hammers on your helmet like hornets, the vines clutching at you as you walk past, the insects swarming around you. We received orders to take Hill 137 today, "cake walk", the captain described it. The hill was fortified with Viets, and had a vantage point that we could use to walk shell fire into the valley to support the front line. The rain was beating down hard that afternoon, churning the mud beneath our boots, and making the jungle shimmer, as if ghosts walked through the vines. Soaked to our skins, we silently crawled up the hill toward the encampment ahead. There were two viets smoking in the hut, clustered around the radio that served as an early warning for the camp further up. Astley and I checked our weapons and pulled out our knives. I motioned the platoon to stay covered, and crawled out to the side of the tent with Astley. We heard them talking in their language, laughing at something. I raised three fingers, two, and one. We dashed in, I grabbed the viet from behind, plunged my knife into his chest, and covered his mouth. He struggled, and made futile attempts at defending, while he watched his partner suffer the same fate. I will never forget that look in his eyes as the life slowly seeped out of him, leaving behind only a blank, glasslike stare. We covered the body in tarp and moved on. I know I should feel something, he was a person, and I took his life. He was clutching a picture of his parents, and died holding on to it. I felt nothing. All I felt was numb.

We climbed up the hill to the edge of the camp. The rain had covered our advance and the viets were still relaxed, unaware of the danger that was watching them. The snipers took position in the trees, and the flamethrowers in front. I watched through binoculars, as the troops shuffled to and fro, chatting, doing laundry and smoking. To my surprise, I spotted women and children. A snag. I signalled for the radioman, a young corporal Blaine stumbled forward, probably his first battle, probably also his last, and he knew that too. I radioed in to HQ,

"Women and children in camp, is the mission a go?"

A rough older texan voice sounded on the radio, the colonel.

"Son, the viets have a fixed position down at that valley, it's a meat grinder." He sighed, "Lord help me, but we need that shell fire, mission is a go. Lethal force authorized."

I understood, it was our forces above these civilians. But something deep inside me felt wrong. "Operation is a go, on my mark" I commanded. "Three, two, one, mark."

Gunfire split the air like thunderclaps, snipers unloaded their clips into the command tent, and the front line opened machine gun fire. The camp was havoc, as the panicked viets ran around getting shot. A commander ran out of the tent and received 3 high caliber sniper shots, his chest opening like a blooming flower. The machine guns made short work of those in the open, cutting them down to bloody ribbons. The front line charged forward, into the trenches surrounding the camp. I dived into a trench, killing with short bursts of rifle fire. The mud splashed my boots, blood splashed my face, I could feel the heat of the barrel on my cheek. I climbed into the next trench, and was met with a disturbing sight. Till now, I still see it, whenever I close my eyes, I fear it will never leave me. It was a boy on the muddy ground of the trench, with a hole in his head, blood flowing freely and mingling with the mud, forming a disgusting mixture. There, cradling his head, was a soldier. But I could see he was no older than 15, carrying a rifle he could barely shoulder, crying over his friend's death. He looked up at me, a look of fear, despair and hatred. He screamed and levelled his rifle, as I scrambled to do the same. Whether I was older, luckier, or stronger, it didn't matter. The result was the same. The bullet caught him square in the forehead, and he dropped instantly.

I stood there, feeling the shame and indignity of it all, fighting the strong desire to vomit.

"LIEUTANANT!"

I turned around. Corporal Blaine ran towards me, holding the radio. "Command needs..." What command needed, I never found out, because as he ran toward me, a hole appeared in his chest, the size of an apple. The last look of surprise on his face as he died, I will never forget. "SNIPER!" I yelled, and hit the ground. A white hot line drew across my arm as I dodged death by the centimeter. I watched as the rest of my platoon took over the base like a bloody montage of death. One threw a grenade into a hut and ducked as bloody limbs flew out. Another fired a steady stream of napalm into a trench, turning those who had been hiding into screaming, dancing torches of fire. A woman tried to surrender, but was mercilessly blown away by a shotgun. The miasmic smell of death surrounded me, the screaming a siren in the air. The last thing I remembered was an explosion before I blacked out.

When I came to, the battle had died down. The bodies were being dragged to a corner, while prisoners were interned right next to it, crying over the corpses of their friends. Our wounded were being treated, and a command post was being set up. A sergeant helped me to my feet and to the command post on top the hill. It had a perfect view into the valley below, I could see viets camped and fortified to the teeth. I keyed the radio to HQ and said "Mission accomplished". Praises and well wishes I did not hear. I turned to the sergeant for the bad news. "17 out of 60 men killed, 23 wounded. Preliminary body count is ongoing, but we estimate 157 viets killed, plus 42 women and children." I nodded. Acceptable. The battle of Hill 137 had been won. But as I close my eyes now, I hear the screams of the fallen, the surprised face of the corporal, the child soldier in the trench, and the charred bloody remains in the pile.

I am sick at the heart of war.

News: 5/11/10

T minus 4 days.

My cousin Darren, who is my gaming buddy, is now working at funan challenger and can stow a few so that I don't have to queue up. So any orders for Black Ops, can ask me.

I really have nothing to post nowadays. I mean this a template for my day. A typical weekday.

0800 - wake up

0820 - really wake up

0830 - play Civ 5, sims 3, or whatever game tickles my fancy

1200 - Hungry, sms around for lunch plans

1230 - Go out for lunch with guys, hang out for a bit

1400 - Afternoon plans like go out to orchard or hang around WCP

1800 - Dinner, hostel or otherwise

1830 - Hang out with 403 :D

2230 - Roll call, bathe

0000 - Sleep

Repeat.

Usually by the time I get to bed I'm super tired, and can't be bothered to post. I'm not even sure that these posts matter much anyway. Most people go to blogs to find out what other people think of them and their activities anyway. Plus, the people who actually read these I hang out with during the day. So logically, they want to find out the stuff that I won't tell them in person, but write about under the pseudo-safety of this blog. So I shall humor you. No one said I had to write the truth after all. ;)

Dylan. I know you're reading this. In fact, I'm right behind you...

You owe me 5 bucks if you turned around. You're an awesome person. More than anyone else I want to know you when we're like 40, cause you're a wild card :D

Gerlynn. Reading your blog makes me feel guilty that I haven't posted haha. You're going to have a wonderful life, that much's for certain. Just remember us when you write wedding invitations :D

Rachel. You're an awesome person too. We go back quite some ways, and you've always been there, 103 - 403 :D I remember our late night msn convos, and always logging off at 1030 to sleep lol. You've found happiness, don't let go. :)

Ming Yan. Another 1-403 :D You've been incredible throughout, from teaching me chinese to putting up with short jokes XD Kidding, kidding. Unfortunately, you seem to be following a road I cannot follow, which will probably end up in China XD Remember to send me an invite for my first trip to China :D

Jing Min. My rock of stability and moral compass. You've been there for me while adjusting to 505, and of course, helping each other through awkward scandalous periods, or sometimes making it worse XD You, Ron and KT make 505 awesome. JERKs forever :D

Stuart. Its not common to find someone sicker than me. So kudos for that too XD You always know what to do at the right times, and I seriously respect you for that. You're a great role model and awesome drinking buddy later :D

Wen Xiang. You're a stand up guy, but you can't live 2 lives, so pick one and be awesome at it :D 403 will never turn our backs to you.

Yan Ling. You're an enigma. Arguably the most successful single in NUS High, yet still unattached. Well, someone has to maintain that 5.0 amiright? :D But seriously though, go out with Zong, you guys could probably breed a new superintelligent race of humans :D

Bernard. Where to begin? You're awemazstounding. My wingman for life yo. It may be hard to see where life takes us, but you'll always be, my wingman :D

To anyone I've missed out, here's a handy form:

Dear [Your name here]

You've been [positive adjective] to me throughout [time span] and I'll always remember [activity] . :D

But seriously, I love you all :D

News: 15/10/10

OMG WHAT A WEEK.

Kk sorry, I haven't been posting. Everyday I have such awesome stories but at night I just flop onto my bed and think "eh, tomorrow" So its friday night now. New game: This shall be the longest post ever. Like ever. On this blog. Ok go.

DAY 1:

OMG EXAMS ARE OVER, YEAAAA PARRRTTYYYY TIMEEEEE WOOOOOOOOO. Eh, exams weren't that hard anyway, so yup. Awesomeness time now.

Going out with 505 now to watch some stuff XD 505 is so awesome. Too bad it took us 9 months and a Tioman trip to gel us together, but thats like 303 to 403. So perhaps 505 to 605 will be awesome :D Still, 505 > 403 mathematically, but 403 > 505 awesomely.

Wall Street 2 was pretty good. I went in thinking it was going to be either awesome but over my head in economic and financial terms or it would be stale and boring. It was neither lol, and if I may put it this way, it was the Ocean's Eleven of the financial world. It was complex enough to have story that was compelling and cool, enough insight into the financial world to not be a sell out and enough expected plot twists to be part of a hollywood blockbuster :D AND SHIA LEBOUF. I can never forget his face. I remember when he started off in this little show in Disney called "Even Stevens", go look it up.

Installed Civ 5. Looks and feels different from the other Civs, hmmm, sims. Should I play sims or civ? hmmm. Sims. It looks harmless.

Day 2:

Wake up, play sims.

Damn, I got addicted. +50 mood.

OHOH, HALO REACH. Bern and I got super pumped for halo reach. Got up and russelled up the cluster for lunch at central, Wei Ren, Hehao, Zong, and Louis, and Bern and me. Then it started. THE DAY OF INCONSISTENT KARMA. *Dramatic music*

DARK KARMA:

We called up the shop at Lot 1 to check if they had the HALO REACH preorder right.

"What preorder?"

Damn.

LIGHT KARMA:

We still have HALO REACH in stock.

DARK KARMA:

Not enough for all of us. (Wei Ren and Bern wants)

LIGHT KARMA:

Lot 1 has exactly 2 copies left of HALO REACH.

DARK KARMA:

We went back to Bernard's house as part of the plan and put the disc in his Xbox, Halo all day, then back to hostel, at least that was the plan.

*RED RING OF DEATH*

Damn.

LIGHT KARMA:

After pathetic attempts of restarting the xbox and trying to get the damned thing to work, we decided that such a sucky day couldn't get any suckier. So we went back to hostel and brazenly knocked on Mr Wong's door.

"Hello?"

"We're selling cookies"

"Really? Where are the cookies?"

"Nah, joking. But can we have your xbox 360?"

"Alright you little scamps, here you go!"

"Gee whiz, thanks mister!"

And we played HALO REACH, and all was good.

DAY 3:

Nothing much really. Worked out, and played sims.

DAY 4:

Day 4 is a funny day. Woke up, played sims, and had a sudden craving for ice cream milk tea koi. So Bern, Han Siang and I went out to central for lunch. They ditched me to queue for koi by myself, and seriously, it was the worst queue ever. In front were 4 of the ugliest China girls from clementi town, and honestly, the title of the ugliest china girl is extremely competitive, but these few took the gold. Talking for 45 minutes in their china accent, I wanted to die. And then there was the guy behind me. Malay chap, earnest sort, from new town, fancies himself the next Taufik guy, and KEPT SINGING. WTF. SINGING IN A QUEUE. BY HIMSELF. And it wasn't the under your breath sort, or the humming to your ipod sort, but actual open singing, like they were filming "Koi the musical" right there. Bleh. Oh. Chinese in 30 minutes. Bribed Dylan a passionfruit greentea to cover for me in chinese class.But I wasn't the only one. almost a quarter of the class didn't show, to the point where the teacher had to call them up and PAY THEIR TAXI FARE to get to school. Lol. Slept in class anyway.

OMG 403 OUTING.

And this time it was an actual 403 outing. With like 15 out of 23 people XD Our 403 outings are interesting things.

Me, Bern, Gerlynn, Chew, Dylan, Rachel

Add on:

Yan ling, and if she comes, Stuart will come :D

Add on:

Shining couple: Ming Yan and Qu Zhi :D

Add on:

Super cool people: Ka shing and Ray! Awesomeness guaranteed!

Add on:

Ji Eun and Jing Min and Wei Jin :D

No offense, all of you are equally awesome, but this is how I observed our class gatherings form over time. Layered on like a cake of awesomness.

Anyway, Carl's Jr on the roof of vivo, talking, gossiping and laughing, it was truly 403 again :D

Then Buried. omg. Buried. Most mindbending thing ever. I loved and hated it at the same time, I wanted to stop watching but I couldn't, I literally could not breathe at some moments. Needless to say, you need to watch it. In the theater. Although not 3D, it is impossible to watch this movie in anyway other than a theater. Ryan Renolds ftw.

And this concludes the longest post that will ever be made on this blog. And just to pad it out even more, gibber bibber jab bab.

Gibber bibber jab bab.

News: 10/10/10 NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE

Whoa, this blog almost died. ALMOST. Only 200 Volts of Awesome and a shot of "whoa today's date is 10/10/10" revived it. But its on a steady drip of interesting news now after the severe dehydration of juicy gossip, and should make a complete recovery in 2 to 3 weeks.

So anyway, woah, exams. Not so much of a problem than a minor annoyance nowadays. I mean, we have had almost 11 years of exams now, and based on our school, most of it should have been easy. Years and years of having our value confirmed and reconfirmed by a single alphabet, being showered by love over our grades. I'm actually going to miss all these after school. Your exam would be life. Thats scary.

Anywayyyyy, post exam activities! I'm so stoked that there's too much to do. Lets make a list.

1. Workout. Like, everyday.

2. Play Civ 5

3. Play Sims 3

4. Plan 403 chalet

5. Party everyday

6. P-P-P-Party everyday

7. Bring my kickass speaker set

8. Write ARP stuff

9. Go out. Like, everyday.

10. Wait for BLACK OPS.

11. Burn hostel down.

And today's awesome video of the day, THIS:

http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1942093

So going to do this after exams. :D

News: 23/9/10

Blarghardargh.

Homework has an increasing propensity to come back and bite you in the nards. Especially since its now exactly 12 days to our first exam. Its seriously more rush this sem, and I don't know why. Teachers are still chasing us for homework and I haven't even finished the Tioman reports.

As they say: "No rest for the wicked." And wicked am I.

Reading Olde English texts recently. They are the cornerstones of literature and the bedrock of a cultured mind. And to everyone else, its *raspberry*. But seriously though, I wonder if everyone back then spoke like that. It would be so cool to live in a time where people speak like that. You'll go out in the morning and people would be like "

A: Forswain this fair visaged morrow! (Good morning)

B: Thou'st come to use thy tongue; thy story quickly (If you got something to say, say it)

A: There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy (You're a retard)

B:If thou speak'st false, upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive. (No way!)

A: A plague o'er your house! (Screw you)

I would love to live in Ye Olde England.

Philosophy: 18/9/10

Phew, haven't done one of these in a while.

I've been doing nothing as usual. Reading manga. Gantz specifically.

Gantz is an awesome manga, and I think its like the 5th most popular non shonen manga in japan. And its deep. Very deep. The character development is solid, the setting is intriguing. I strongly recommend it, also it has some gore and nudity, and by some I mean a lot. A lot a lot.

I think Daryl told me about it in year 2, he called it "Zombies Vs Aliens"

Basically, its about people who are given a second chance after death to return to the living in return for bounty hunter services. The authority figure is a mysterious black ball that possesses almost godlike abilities with an air of non nonchalance regarding the lives of the bounty hunters. The ball's "game" is played as such: You receive high tech weapons and armor and are sent forth to kill aliens living on Earth. The aliens are usually extremely deadly, and its a kill or be killed mentality. You get to watch the main characters exercise their morality over the game, like one main character refuses to kill aliens because he refuses to kill. Expectedly, he is killed first. Another usually has no respect for life, but when he is given the opportunity, he freezes and is unable to do it. He's killed too. You watch as they bend and twist themselves in order to survive. And you're left with a question.

What would you do?

Imagine someone holds your way of life hostage, and asks you to kill another person, that person, understandably, is hostile, and you have to kill or be killed.

Would you freeze up? Would you try to reason? Personally, I think I would be the second person. Killing seems so easy in your head, but when it comes down to the split second trigger pull, I would probably hesitate. And die.

The other philosophy encountered is when you win the game. Each alien is assigned a set number of points. When you get a 100 points, you are presented with a choice.

1. You are set free from bounty hunting, cheating death and your memories of the black ball erased, and everyone associated with it.

2. You trade all your points for a more powerful weapon to wield, increasing your chances of survival.

3. You trade in all your points to bring 1 person who died in combat back to life. But he is still enslaved to the ball until he reaches his own 100 points.

For 1, you go back to your ordinary life, forgetting all the pain and friendships you made while enslaved to the ball. Going from the rush of battle to the mindless tedium of everyday life, some people go crazy.

For 2, you voluntarily risk your life to become more powerful, a deal with the devil. Characters who chose this become addicted to killing and to the rush of battle, and are seen scorning the lives of their own teammates, choosing points over life. They measure your worth by your points.

For 3, while risking your lives together against the very real threat of death, some of your hard fought comrades will die. Long friendships of watching each other's back instantly gone. Would you risk your life again just to bring them back?

I think the choice between 1 and 3 is the hardest. You are guaranteed another chance at life, but would you give that up to see your best friend again? Both of you are not even guaranteed to make it out. You may condemn the both of you to pain and death, when you should have taken the exit. Can you move on and accept a friend's death, when you have the power to bring them back?

I wouldn't know what to do. Would you?

Anyway, Gantz is an awesome manga, and if you can stomach the gore and nudity, its a really great read. I'll put a link here: http://view.thespectrum.net/series/gantz-volume-01.html

News: 16/9/10 Procrastination

Procrastination is like a drug. The higher you go, the harder you fall. I have so much to do now. Especially research plan. I have no plan, i just go in every other day to do stuff. And my mentor is really hands off. But you didn't come here to hear me bitch about my problems, you go to other blogs for that.

Life is good. Save for the little annoying things in life, which in perspective isn't that annoying in the first place. But then, you didn't come here to hear me rambling about vague metaphysical concepts.
Instead, I shall tell you a story. A story of great happiness and sadness, comedy and tragedy. It is the tale of the forlorn musician.

Twas once a musician, talented was he,
he received a guitar of which, he paid a heavy fee.

But smiles did it bring, to him while he stroked,
as each moment brought melodious notes.

Fame and fortune did it bring, pervaded all his mind,

Like a drug he couldn't wean, greater happiness he could not find.

Year after year his muse wound down, leaving him high and dry,

But fame's sweet milk did he sup, and for it, he'd be damned if he didn't try.

But alas, fate is no friend, and his mind did he lose,

as he succumbed to a life, of sex, drugs and booze.

Tis a sad tale, so full of woe and devoid of glee,

The woeful life, of the musician Dylan Lee.

News: 14/9/10 Back to school

I'm back in school :OOOOO

Back in the sack with 505, and its pretty sweet so far. Class, lunch, being late for class, except we all do it together now. Hell, I'm even considering helping to plan 505 chalet now. Cards in class, row of iPhones, playing with ice in the bio lab. This is the life. I wish it wouldn't have to end, but it seems that time is really determined to make fools of us all. It took us 9 months to get to this stage, and in another 15 months it'll all be over.

Super cool class today for math. Mr Chong walked into the class, and I yelled, "What? No math class today?" and everyone started clapping. Yay! Turns out we have night class, and that was awesome. Night class with Mr Chong is cool, suaning Danielle like crazy. And ironically, I'm more awake for night class than class in the morning. School should be like 10am to 4pm. Wake up at 9am, and take a nap till 6 until dinner, and do what you like till 1 am and sleep. (Y)

Our little JERK was missing its J today, as he has a fever so bad, that
"Turn my head.
Black out.
Wake up.
I'm falling..
Oww."

So good luck on that! And chem quiz tmr if you don't already know.

OMGOMGOMG iPHONE 4

I feel like a little excited schoolgirl.

It is sooooo awesomeeee. In fact, its, wait for it, and I hope you're not allergic to strained word juxtapositions....

AWEMAZSTOUNDING

yeaaaa..... I can't wait to see Bernard's disappointed face on Monday! And our group will have 3/4 iPhones. I just read somewhere that we're nicknamed JERK. Jing, Ernest, Ronald, and Kiang Teng. JERK. Damn. I had wanted to get the android, but I really love the iPhone more. The music system is a lot better, and apps are cool. Plus a 12 Gb monthly cap. Seriously 12Gb. Its not so much of CAP than a GOAL haha.

Oooo and pictures, lots more of those coming here. Like this:



Fo Sho, my sis got game.

Obligatory blog post to show that I'm still here.

*reading a book in a comfy armchair by the fire smoking a pipe and sipping whiskey*

Huh?

Oh I'm sorry, did you expect a post?

Its just that there's really nothing interesting today, seriously.

Sorry to disappoint, well then, cheerio.

Still here are you?

Fine, I went to my grandmothers house today, my cousin brought a 360, there was gaming, and I knocked back a few cans.

What? What games? Just Halo 3, not much.

And I watched Kickass for the first time tonight, damn that girl is so screwed up, yet so awesome. I wish my father shot me in the chest with a semiautomatic when I was young.

Oh and iPhone 4 tomorrow, thats a big one. Pretty psyched about that.

Righto then, off you go.

*leans back sips whiskey*

The Lighter side of things

On the lighter side of things,

I'm watching Friends and Blackadder now. Damn blackadder is cool. Rowan Atkinson is awesome. That and Hugh Laurie. I'm putting off doing work for today.

Oh and awesome news: I'm getting my iPhone 4 on Saturday! XDXD

News: 8/9/10

Heh. 8-9-10. Man thats a lame joke.

Tioman was awesome. But i realise that the word awesome is tossed around too lightly, like step up 3 was awesome, this outing was awesome, that sashimi was awesome. So I shall define this new word "awemazstounding" as a sort of grasping to how awemazstounding it was at tioman. It was basically a school sponsored island getaway with a report at the end. A report which I'm now reluctant to do, because doing it will end the illusion of happiness of the holidays, realizing that the next thing to look forward to is exams. So I'm compensating by tagging every single facebook photo of tioman with the 505 people.

Speaking of 505, damn we connected. You can't hike through jungles, snorkel among some of the most beautiful fish, and laze on a perfect beach without becoming the best of friends. And although if I had done it with 403, I would have to find a better word than awemazstounding, 505 is becoming family to me too. And therein lays the greatest dilemma, who owns my heart?

To be honest, 403 wasn't a class to me, it was a dynamic, an ecosystem of sorts, different groups, connecting on such basic levels that friends became family. Even when the dynamic splits apart, I still have the group, and although we will never be whole again, its good to hang on to people like Bernard, Rachel, Ming Yan, Gerlynn, Dylan, Yan Ling, Stuart, Wen Xiang, Jing Man. We were mostly the soul of the group, and I'm thankful to still have them now. This is why 403 Chalet is needs a better word than awemazstounding, cos its kick starting the dynamic again.

Now I have 505, which really, isn't so much of a dynamic than a group itself. Jing Min, Ronald, Kiang Teng, Debra, Fabia, Jean and Xinyi, and to some point, Danielle and Belinda. This is the group, and during the tioman trip, friends became family. I probably sound really clingy now, but seriously, I value my friends over any games, girls or electronics. And if the point ever comes when I have to choose over one of them, I'll be pulled apart. There was a time where 403 was the really clear choice. Now I'm not so sure.

Heh, like Bernard says,

"Whatever floats your boat"

Now I have two groups floating my boat.

I am flying :D

News: 3/9/10 Off to tioman

Right.

This is the last post for the next few days, unless Tioman has internet, which I very strongly doubt. All packed and ready to go. And this is actually my first time in Malaysia. No seriously. Really. I'm not going to sleep on the bus ride there, gonna soak in all the sights of Malaysia. Ramly burgers, ice kachang and perhaps durian. It actually sounds like a school sponsored island holiday.

Finally finished The Lost Symbol. And I'm not really sure what to think. On the surface, all the facts check out, and most of what is written is true. But does the inferences of true facts make them to be true? That means that we are all Creators and all Gods unto ourselves, and separate religions are obsolete. Meh, its all religion and metaphysics. Although JM says its satanic o.O

Anyway, moving on to more exciting news:

HUTCH HAS PLAYED BLACKOPS MULTIPLAYER.

(Those not really clued in to games can skip this part)

/start

I was afraid that Treyarch would just do a MW2 reskin, but they have actually put in a lot of work into this one, although I can see most of the new game types descending into endless camping, since you're betting money and all. They also toned down the weapon damage. Looks like 5 hits to the chest to kill now.

/end

In other news, 505 went out for lunch today and ate the wanton noodles that 403 had the other day at West Coast hawker center. After that we all went to starbucks and drank coffee and sat around talking about random stuff. Like how drunk we got, England and other stuff. Really feels like Central Perk from Friends :D Except that starbucks charges 6.50 for a cup of joe. Seriously a rip off. You might as well be drinking the tears of a Colombian peasant farmer. Although Belinda's chai latte thing was pretty good. And Danielle gets very very high off espresso. Not "hahahahah" high, but "Woah, look at my hands, how weird are my hands" high, slowly progressing to "Double rainbows... All the way across the sky...." High. Apparently, the apex of scandal between me and Danielle seems to be the super glue holding the class together. They cannot stop talking about it. Seriously guys? Find another scandal. There has to be one slightly more fresh than this. Although I feel that 505 is becoming more and more bonded. Getting the two girls away from the gaystack is certainly a step in the right direction. Who knows, I may even consider going for 505 chalet if it comes up.

Righto then. To my readers, if I oversleep tomorrow, call my handphone until I wake up.

I'll leave you with this. Its everyone's favorite astrophysicist in a robot wheelchair!

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/science-news/7978898/Stephen-Hawking-ten-pearls-of-wisdom.html

And that was my day.

News: 2/9/10 From an undisclosed location

Hey guys, today is special because I'm posting on another person's com in an undisclosed location. Its a super secret base underneath the 11th floor of hostel. Shhhhh....

Anyway, nothing much today, mondays suck, and I literally have nothing to wear cos everything is in the tioman bag.

Ponning study time today for chatting with JM and Dylan. Discussing life, the universe and everything, talking amano vis amano.

Bryce just walked in as I'm typing this. He said YMCA and tapped a Jamacian drum beat on the table. Hoping that he would give a quick chorus but he left. Aww...

Dylan is sleeping next to me, bernard is gone from his room, muse playing softly in the background and I don't want to do homework.

Its amazing what chances we take and what we don't, and how that opens and closes so many doors in the process. And what we're left with is the creeping residue of regret. Regret that we didn't take that chance with that girl, regret that we picked the wrong girl, regret that we blew it with that one girl. Of course if I said the names, that wouldn't be fun.

That and pranking Yan Ling. At one point we convinced her that you needed a permit to wear a hat in Malaysia.

I'll leave this now,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4pBfH5AAls

And that was my day.

Philosophy: 1/9/10

We got into an argument on whether Dylan could convert paper into water after receiving red and blue 3D glasses on the MRT. If you weren't there, don't bother trying to understand the last sentence. But I postulated you'd need Godlike powers for that, so we came up with a level chart.

Level 1: Paper into water

Converts paper items into their weight in water

Level 2: Red/blue cellophane from flimsy 3D glasses into water

Converts Red/blue cellophane from flimsy 3D glasses into its weight in water

Level 3: Water into Wine

Converts water into its volume in wine.

Level 4: Paper to Wine

Saves time and mana on casting two god powers.

Level 5: Delayed respawn

Wait 3 days to respawn if killed.

Level 6: Instant respawn

No time delay in respawning.

Level 7: Create Everything

6 day casting time. 1 day cooldown period.

Level 8: Free slurpee

Get the 7-eleven clerk to misstamp your card in order to get 2 free slurpees.

News: 1/9/10 AWESOMENESS^2

Today was an awesome day.

Went for 403 Kbox outing today :D It was awesome. We sang all the usual songs, made complete fools of ourselves (me at least). And here's a pro tip for kbox. NEVER pick 20 songs in a row that only you know how to sing. Seriously. You end up not singing the song cos your voice has overheated and you miss nice songs. Also, no mood killers like the New York Mining Disaster of 1941. Thats a long depressing name for a song..

Then we watched STEP UP 3D. If I could the title there would be 3D for emphasis, but i can't, so just pretend. Ready?

*STEP UP 3D*

Yup. It was soooo awesome. It kinda gave up on plot, basically being

"Guy dances, girl dances, guy likes girl, girl has complex emotional breakdown and has to search her soul for the meaning of life, girl says screw it and dances again and they both hook up."

But the dance sequences were AWESOME. Head spinning, pop and lock, boneless, robot awesome. Now imagine "awesome" in large blinking magnetic LED lights. Ready?

*AWESOME*

And they literally wore that on their chests and ripped the whole place up. Kinda makes me wish I was doing the breakdancing thing with bernard again. My life feels so empty after seeing these guys spin around on their bloody heads. I mean, even 6 year olds could do it on stage and diss black people. And you do not want to diss black people. They scare me.

Train ride back was weird. Tried to read chinese jokes on Qu Zhi's phone but failed. Failed so hard. I should stop trying to read chinese in public. Or do it for a living. I bet people would pay good money to hear my chinese. Bleh, the jokes were so crude anyway, I'd prefer Atkinson, Fry or Laurie over that any day.

Super tired now. I bathed and realised that I packed all my clothes in my tioman bag and had to spend 10 sweaty minutes digging them out. I CAN'T BELIEVE TOMORROW IS MONDAY. WHYYYY MONDAY OF ALLL DAYS. Now imagine "MONDAY" in 50 foot high flaming letters of PAIN AND SADNESS AND REGRET. Ready?

*MONDAY.*

And that was my day.

News: 31/8/10 Awkward.......

Teachers day today was awesome. The skit was the most awesome though. Kudos to SC for finally standing up to the bloody turnstile. And the jokes were pretty funny. They put in stuff after I watched the rehearsal yesterday, so I was still pleasantly surprised :D

Dance was... Urgh. Most of it was fine, but some parts were so blatantly sexual. Ms Sie was like *epic facepalm* and I can't imagine what Dr Hang was thinking. Freedom of expression and all that, but it actually made me consider making it rain (+1 if you got that reference)

On my blog, I'm going to be direct and blatant, if this will serve as any historical reference. There will be no, "I'm so angry at someone for doing something" or "Someone was caught donig something with someone XD"

So believe me when I say "I have no idea where I stand on the whole Danielle thing" I mean the first semester it was funny and all, but now its just weird. Cos of the class getting more and more bonded, there's no way I can avoid that issue forever. Especially with Jing Min and Ronald tracking my every eye movement as she dances on stage, making the standard "Your nose won't stop bleeding XD" jokes.

Anyway, thats not the epic part. The epic part was the after party. As usual. So let me set the scene. 505 had just discussed an outing the night before, and everyone was pretty psyched cos we're getting to know each other better. But then, right before 505 outing, it turns out that the 403 old guard was available. Damn. Hard choice. Actually not really. I love 403 more than anything.

So I decided to go with 403. And juuusssttttt nice, 403 and 505 both headed to West Coast Plaza. Daammmnn. So I got caught between a rock and a hard place. In the end its awkward laughs and smiles.

After lunch, we got caught up in West Coast Plaza, and guess who i should run into. My ex-Primary school classmates. Shannon Baey specifically. Jan's friend, haven't seen her for years. No idea how she recognized me, but she did and called me out. I was stunned. I hadn't anything the slightest thing to say to her and her "gang" of highlighted hair friends backing her. Seriously, what do you say to a friend you haven't talked to for years, is friends with your ex girlfriend, and also has a beng gang behind her? So I said hi. And walked away. With the stares of the ENTIRE gang on my back. Daaaammmmmnnnnn. So awkward.

Anyway. Tioman on saturday, super psyched for that. Kbox on Wednesday. Super psyched for that too XD

And that was my day.

Woah. What is this place?

Woah. I started blogging again. Why did I do that. I guess its cos I'm always at my laptop all the time, and random stuff hits me at random times. Thats about it. Story of my life.

I read somewhere that people actually bequeath blogs to their children so that they can understand the life they went through. So this is it. My definitive biography. Someday, some kid will find this URL in my thumbdrive, and look up to me with innocent eyes, shining in curiosity and ask "Grandpa, what is this?" And I will smile proudly, nostalgia overwhelming me, "This is the story of me, of my life. These were the days of our lives." I think of my 403 friends. I think of our school. I think of 505, and the identity we're forging. I think of my teachers, of Ms Sie, who changed my views, my life. I think of the fun we've had. I think of the fun we're going to have. I think of the people who matter to me. When my life flashes before my eyes, these will be the things I see.

These are the days of our lives.