life serenades

2012-01-03T21:39:00.004+08:00

Direction, my important lost buddy.

Lifted pieces.

2011-11-20T14:09:00.001+08:00

I'm a puzzle and these are just 3 of my pieces.

I've found the accomplishment in completing another read earlier this morning in the library. That spirit-lifting self-satisfaction that's warm and fuzzy when I slipped that book into the dropbox was indescribable. No turning around and reaching for my Go! Card. No library fines for the past 2 months!

"All things reach for their piece of the sun" and my sun seems to be the colours all around. It's amusing to even myself that I get excited when I see the rows and rows of products lined up in the supermarket. So bright, so wonderful, so mind-intriguing. That honey-baked ham became my purpose.

Happy Feet 2 the night before brought my happy back.

I throw my heart out because I'm in love with life; and I'm fine with being associated with that side-glancing bunny logo. That will be my answer if you're going to ask if I'm in love.

2011-10-21T20:32:00.002+08:00

Just to be normal.

I'm not orbiting in my desired path; I'm out of my axis.

2011-10-15T23:21:00.001+08:00

The 5 letters, O-R-D-L-O, that are proverbial to every man who served the nation seemed encouraging to me at some instances, but I'm feeling lost in that shade of faded sky blue. I don't know where I'm headed at this point of time, but I know I'm going somewhere. I feel conflicted when I want to complete my job, and yet at the same time I don't want to. I'm disappointed in myself for my lacklustre performance in training, and that's that - just disappointed and cold-eyed - but I try to continue trying.

I wake up, don the uniform, buckle my belt, adjust my collar, wear my black socks, wipe my shoes, put on my shoes, and make sure my trusty pen and camp pass are in place. I look at myself in the mirror and feel momentarily bemused. I'm unsure of where to look in the mirror to find a hint of familiarity. My battered black spectacles have been with me for at least 3 years (ahh~ a hint of familiarity), but staring at the microscopic sand dunes in my eyeballs was the only comfy thing to do. I don't have microscopic vision, but imagination is good enough for my mind to create sand angels. Then, I feel satisfied and I head out for the day. I've heard of so many advices along the line of "liking the things you do, instead of doing the things you like", which I do not believe in. "I dislike" equals to "I dislike" and I dislike doing the things I dislike. Note to self: I could speak more politically correctly next time or just fake a smile and say "Okay" and nod my head.

Chatting with a friend over the phone and staring at the fish in the artificial pond had become my genial abode. I do that after work hours when it's still bright. I want to place my bum on the concrete ground, but the rules regarding the uniform forbids me to. Those rules are a pest!

I'll gladly stick out my finger if anyone would place a ruler on it to let me balance.

2011-08-21T20:54:00.004+08:00

I was stupid once.

2011-07-23T22:52:00.001+08:00

Why are you drinking this?

Because it's poison.

Poison! It can kill you, but why do you still ...

Because there's something in me that I want to kill.

Fine.

2011-07-17T20:26:00.002+08:00

Don't tell me that you're fine.

Are you really

F ucked up

I nsecure

N eurotic

E motional

Brusque

2011-07-03T07:17:00.007+08:00

What drives me is where I put my heart into.

I appear nonchalant in a bid to enshroud the almost polar attitude of mine - that uncontrolled passion being kept under control kind of thing. There can be little motivation as widely seen in some tasks, so I would create a reward for myself (and hopefully for others as well) after achieving the desired results. Kind of like a closeted superhero-wannabe, but not (Yes, I do spend time at the back of the stage). I can't be a superhero anyways. I've a passion to see things happen; it fills my bountiful jar of curiosity. To see things happen, I have to either make it happen or wait and see. I prefer the former, yet the latter will do just as well.

What drives me is where I put my heart into, and I seem to toss my heart around and into many affairs - sometimes illicit, but legitimate in unwashed sentiency. My proven track record has been accepted, but I'd been unable to assure because I suck at persuasion. I suck at persuading people to join my conquests. I have to change my "Heh, Let's go make this happen with or without help" mindset as I'd been sidelining the very people who wanted to be a part of, instead of apart from it.

Bottom line, I make things happen. Not that convincing, am I?

Nights at the park

2011-05-07T22:17:00.000+08:00

These nights are becoming more essential now.

It had been refreshing to be walking around Tembusu Park every weekend now. How could an activity be pleasantly new and different when I'd been enjoying it for the past few months! Yes, it is. It's an escape from training, the urban commodities, the buildings, many things urban. Tembusu Park's the best place for me to be at in the quiet of the night because it's quiet, and it's only a block away. So it might not be the best, but it's just a stone's throw away.
I feel stressed being in a dry air-conditioned room for too long, but my training revolves around it literally. Nights out at the park somehow relieves me.

It might be better to have some company, but it's what I do not wish for because I want to be alone. I won't need anyone to understand why. I just want to bide a wee with myself.

I'm not Superman.

2011-04-25T21:01:00.000+08:00

I'd cherish that one day of rest if I were to have my responsibilities absolved. Just for a day.

Counting up the days

2010-05-30T12:51:00.004+08:00

When my fringe will be separated from the lashes with my approximate 6.4cm high forehead in between like a tragic love story.

[Adapted from Wen Jin's Facebook comment.]

Building relationships is a part of survival in this world and I am proud of myself to have made friends and acquaintances from different walks of life with my time in Universal Studios Singapore (USS). Working in the F&B Carts department, I was given the opportunity to work with outstanding teammates. Yes, each of them have their unique traits, which I had witnessed firsthand, to deal with unexpected situations. Observing them and recording notes made me a more efficient member of the team. I like the word "team" a lot! With the seniors' mini lectures from time to time, I felt like an eager student wanting to spread my wings and fly, but have not possessed the essential sharpened skills yet.

I wanted to work so much because there is always something new to learn, new (and/or eccentric) guests to serve, new stunts to pull and meeting new people in and out of the workplace. USS has become my most ideal workplace, yet. By the bye, it was more than just a workplace. It was a classroom to me.

In 6 days' time, I will be entering another classroom to serve the nation for 2 years. Because I hadn't attained the required 2.4km timing to achieve at least a NAPFA Silver - I got Bronze - I'm enlisting 2 months earlier into the Physical Training Phase (PTP) in order to improve my fitness. I'm assigned to BMTC School 4 and I have not found anyone with the same enlistment date.

Anyways, I won't need anyone's luck. Because I am thankful. I am thankful for the brothers and sisters that crossed my path. I am thankful for those who are still in my path - stubborn people. For you who have followed me patiently, led me willingly or not, stayed by my side when I was an asshole, I am grateful to you.

Everyday will be different. Every meeting with the same person is different. I wish to be more expressive with my thoughts and placing them in action. No, it's not like "(pretending) that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars". This is a wish to myself -a goal I want to achieve and an aspect I am trying to get better at. I am going to get better!

To be something

2010-04-26T18:24:00.005+08:00

I had discussed a bit about childhood dreams with Jolyn through SMSing and it sounded real fun. She dreamed of being a pilot and owning a plane so she can go anywhere while I wanted to live on an island surrounded by clear waters. It helped me relive some of my childhood thoughts and ideas. Thereupon, ideas popped out like confetti from a balloon, but I'm not holding on to any of them. Maybe I'm used to allowing nature to take it's course, thus allowing the decision made by others to influence the way things go. Nevertheless, I believe myself to be an opportunist. One who is spontaneous when the chance comes by, but makes a decision first to carry out my actions or not. Sounds half-arsed, I know.

I had decided to leave my current job at Resorts World Sentosa on 16th May for ample time expenditure before going bald on 5th June 2010. Yes, that's my enlistment date.

And that is still sometime away, so lets take life one step at a time and live a day as it is.

Losing hope

2010-04-07T21:30:00.003+08:00

Uttering lesser words of hope is plaguing my garden of gray matter. It seems detrimental to be losing hope, but at the moment I am making more decisions. Then, following through with it.

Yes, it might be good to always have hope for one's future, for a better economy, a fatter wallet, for a sick somebody to get well, for a broken heart to heal, for good results, for an exemplary character, for understanding, hope when one's in dire straits .... However, would an event occur by just expecting and wishing for it to?

Paths might not go my way, opinions might not brighten my day and working hard might not total my pay. But I had decided to make do with my position and create situations. Instead of hoping, I am creating with my own ability.

Simplify

2010-03-08T12:41:00.010+08:00

Even three words can become elaborated.

9x - 7i > 3(3x - 7u)

9x - 7i > 9x - 21u

-7i > -21u
7i < 21 u
i < 3u

When matters get out of hand, I would unleash my arsenal of "Whys" at myself to find the root of the cause(s). Thereafter, it's one's choice to act upon and eliminate or dampen the effects.

No, don't get me wrong. The equation above was chanced upon from a text and I'm using it as an instance.

Go already

2010-02-26T14:25:00.004+08:00

What a reunion

2010-02-16T23:37:00.004+08:00

Ending the night with another nosebleed.

My Aunt was in a generous mood and gave us all a dinner treat at a restaurant located in Chinatown. Thanks to her, I had a 'modelling' good time posing for a few mirthful shots. I doubt I'd be able to get my hands on those photos any sooner or later, so you might not want to be hopeful.

Below's a picture of my grandparents and the waitress.

That was the second round of Lau Yu Sheng for the day!
There was a karaoke set up for our enjoyment, but we just used it for viewing purposes since no one wanted to sing. My elder lady cousin, Yan Jie, was in charge of the remote and selected some Hokkien oldies for our grandparents. However, her mind was in as a jumbled state as us, the younger generation, when given the responsibility to pick songs out for us all and she incidentally weeded out all the unhappy songs. But those vocals were well-known, I'd say, WERE.

The dinner left my stomach on cloud nine and it was heartening interacting with my cousins.

Soulful pillow

2010-02-14T18:42:00.007+08:00

The pillow is a desk. It gets piled with your daily worries that wrinkles your skin.

The pillow is an album. Memories replay when you have your head plugged in it leaving a sweetness on your face.

The pillow is a tissue. It soaks your tears when there's an awful tightness in your chest.
It soaks your mucus too.

The pillow is a sponge. It absorbs the nightly scent of your unwounded hair.
Not to forget, the smell of your saliva too.

The pillow is a doll. It can resemble your crush/sweetheart and fulfil your hugger fantasies. It is a hope that he/she appears in your dreams too.

For me, the pillow is a deaf and blind friend that supports me when I need it. Low maintenance too.

I don't mind the world seeing me be with my pillow.

Dissed by the sky

2010-02-12T21:20:00.011+08:00

The fluorescent lights in my room weren't switched off, but I recalled pushing the switch before I knocked out. My eyelids were fighting back that brilliant shine and so reluctant to open. I seriously remembered switching off those lights before I jumped on my bed!
Under the barrage of those photons, coupled with the just-woke-up effect, grogginess poisoned my body and left me paralyzed while I kept replaying the scene of pushing that accursed switch.

Finally, I estimated it to be 3 minutes later, I decided I could drive the light rays to a retreat. I decided wrong as the relentless shine broke through my ocular and mental barricade. I shut my eyes immediately with the brief onset of slight burning in them. It was unimaginable to fathom the strength, the intensity, of the twin fluorescents in my room. I felt powerless.

Then, I committed to memory and left my room eyes closed. It's amazing when you become so familiar with a place that you can see it at through the back of your ~~palm~~ eyelids.
The shine subsided for a moment, and it came back when I took a few more steps into the living room. I judged from the redness of what I could see. And what I saw was the back of my eyelids. Then, like in a First-Person Shooter game, a minimap popped up at the top right of my 'screen'. I just chose it to be there subconsciously.

I reached the checkpoint, my study, where I knew my eyes were free from the temporary nemesis. I grabbed the window grille and cast my sight upon the sky.

It was dark and kind of purplish. A few stars appeared as my vision adjusted accordingly.

The sky seemed to be created by nature to entertain my (sorry for being self-centred) our puny existence.

We didn't sleep together, but we fell asleep.

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There came a time

2010-01-31T19:28:00.006+08:00

When my pasts accumulated and got poked fun at.

Quoted from Benjamin's blog:

This morning was enjoyable with Zhi Xiang (Tay) and Benjamin. If you hadn't, please read what's in the image just above this paragraph and you could see how much fun we had sticking our noses into each others' businesses and laughing at what had happened.

Yes, we were dubbing each other as if our lives were dependent on and similar to some Chinese songs in some aspects - mainly "(depicting) our relationship lives". We laughed like hyenas and made the atmosphere our own.

As read from the image (above again), Zhi Xiang's song/nickname is Qin Ai Mei Mei De Yan Jing （亲爱妹妹的眼睛） and mine is Hua Hua Gong Zi （花花公子）. Guess what. It should be Hua Hua Shi Jie （花花世界）.
Yet, Wen Jin's and Jack's would best be kept unknown until we let them know!!!!

From another's perspective, from the outside, we might have been acting like little boys teasing each other. However, I feel that this is the kind of camaradarie that no one else would be able to understand as they twitch either of their eyebrows glancing at us.

The evidence

2010-01-28T22:05:00.003+08:00

不能跟情人说的话

2010-01-25T09:39:00.003+08:00

Since I witnessed a friend viewing this page and singing to some of the songs, which I got from youtube, I thought I could get a ~~Karoake~~ Karaoke Version (with bigger words).

Worst quotes, yet

2010-01-25T00:16:00.005+08:00

Hello, emotions.

What am I going to do with you?

Piling up, filling up and taking up the role for my legitimate cognitive processes.

Rewarding me with unrestrained happy dramas in front of my eyes, but granting approval as only my takeaway dinner.

I feel like an assassin receiving and accepting unspoken encores.

Unheard of.

Aye, emotions.

What am I going to do without you?

I huff, I puff.

2010-01-21T19:44:00.005+08:00

Never thought I'd feel so naked in front of you.

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I logged in to messenger, 3 nights back, with a surprise as Ms. Christina threw concerns for her past A-Maths tutees.
Technically, it's incorrect of me to address her as Ms. Christina 'cause of her status. However, I would feel weird if I call her by name, which I do to my other more fledged friends, as I still see her as a teacher.

How about Mrs. Christina? Or even Mdm. Christina?
Those couldn't fit into my mouth and I just want to be respectful. Anyways, I'm biting my own tongue by giving her a nickname!

I'm getting irritated with myself already.

Watch it!

2010-01-12T20:38:00.009+08:00

There is always another side to every story.
But all opinions are relative.

It's unkind of me to point out non-exemplary behaviour of friends, but we're all doing that among our own comfortable social circle, are we?
I know I can be merciless when my sarcasm runs amok and I don't mind being shot down during those times when my mouth got powered up with high reload efficacy. Just be prepared for a counter.

So topping my New Year Resolutions would be: Think fast, speak slow. And why? Because some of my friends were gunned down with my relentless satiric remarks prior, and much prior, to this post, and more would be victimized so there's not much to be worried about.

And there goes that resolution!

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On 9th Aug, the 8 of us dragged our feet around and decided to settle for Whiskey Bar and had some karaoke, Photo Hunt, a few games of pool and not to forget drinks. However, the only drink I had was iced green tea 'cause of medication.

Oh! One more missing.
Come to think of it, the pack of tissue doesn't fit in any part of this photo.

There, there, Shao Jun. EIGHT!

It's TWENTY TEN already, so let us all accomplish some thought to be impossible, but is in fact possible, feat(s)!

Draw With Me

2010-01-07T11:01:00.003+08:00

Here's your crayon.

Heart Skipped A Beat by The XX

2009-12-28T14:09:00.004+08:00

Under this paragraph is a great finding, but I doubt that's the official video! When I closed my eyes and let the music play, it was as though I'm listening in on a conversation between a couple seated near me.

Please don't say we're done
When I'm not finished
I could give so much more
Make you feel, like never before
Welcome, they said welcome to the floor

It's been a while
And you've found someone better
But I've been waiting too long to give this up
The more I see, I understand
But sometimes, I still need you

Sometimes, I still need you [x7]

And I was struggling to get in
Left waiting outside your door
I was sure
You'd give me more

No need to come to me
When I can make it all the way to you
You made it clear
You weren't near
Near enough for me

Heart skipped a beat
And when I caught it you were out of reach
But I'm sure, I'm sure
You've heard it before
[x4]

Nailed

2009-12-23T13:34:00.011+08:00

Uneven tips, unclean cuts, tells an unspoken tale of poor fingernail-cutting.

Many of the songs I heard from James Morrison seemed to propagate an emotional frequency that's in tune with mine and I like them. This is a second music video, in my blog, of James Morrison and you might want to check out (again) the Please Don't Stop The Rain in one of my previous posts. It can be found in "the featured" section to the right column.

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After checking my fingernails, I realized that one of my fingernails wasn't trimmed yet. Even after I let a few know, that tough piece of keratin continued to grow after a few days of being absent on my part. So I decided to cut it. After inspecting my fingernails, for maybe a minute I couldn't stop chuckling as the uneven shapes of my nails prove my poor skills.

Having caught a long gaze at my fingers, Jing Ying even claimed that the mark under my right index finger resembled a bespectacled devil with a halo above its head, which in turn resembled its master. Just for your information, I got that mark after getting my finger clasped by the door.
Nevertheless, I got back at her, by congratulating her for getting a nasty nail colour that complemented her personality, neglecting the possibility that her remark could turn out to be a compliment.

Later on, I got a coup d'oeil o' hell.

Jump for JoY

2009-12-18T00:27:00.003+08:00

and we shall shine so brightly subduing even the Christmas decoration.

I had a smart conversation with Benjamin just an evening ago in which we shared our ideas and opinions on current issues in our lives. No doubt he's an intellectual outlet on his own; his words sometimes jolt me into objective reality. It might be unfair of me to mention just him, but you know I acknowledge you, my brothers and sisters, alike. If it makes you feel better, you can choose to be obstinate about Benjamin only having that skill which is good about him (which is untrue).

It had always been in from the back of my head sticking like a persistent gum bubble bugging me that as we engage in conversation with another entity whom we find comfortable with, we use the "I" more. Other than conversing, I could confirm this after browsing my mail, e-mail and text messages too. It might be late for me to realize, but I still felt enlightened then.

Putting the above aside, Christmas is here. Again.
I'm trying to suppress my impatience, so don't mind me and that "again" before was proof of my little effort.

Not much of a giver

2009-12-06T17:48:00.009+08:00

I wonder how it feels like to have close friends who could blackmail me with my secrets, but I already have them minus the blackmailing. My buddies (especially Ah Bang) could actually threaten me with my secrets, but they wouldn't just 'cause they're too nice. Although I'm making the above statements, I'm not even sure about them.
Some of my friends claimed that I'm too open with people and would reveal my personality as long as they asked whereas some find me too quiet and don't know what's going on in my head most of the time - surreptitious.

Opinions differ from one to another, so I got to admit that I do behave otherwise in front of different people.
Just let me waste my thoughts over this for a bit and I'd be done. Okay, I'm done!

I'm beaming with the beliefs and trust of my friends and I have the responsibility of upholding them. It might sound like a large sack being carried by a little boy and the ratio is too overwhelming, but that large sack of understanding is shared by my circle of companions! So there's no need to ever think about that 'sack and boy' analogy again.
I'm real proud of them, my friends.

They come in all shapes and different sizes
Like Christmas gifts wrapped colourful with lots of surprises.
They're chocolate chips and sweet sensations
A load full of them and its worth the sacrifices.
I can't live without those occasional ecstasy
When some of the guys act a bit like sissies
And the ladies, that time, behaved like monkeys.
I'm thankful for them, my friends, and
Cheapskate enough to give them this:

One Day by Opshop

2009-12-03T22:20:00.004+08:00

Absence make her heart grow fonder
While I'm conquering the last frontier
Lately I've found myself wonderin' out loud
Wonderin' what I was doin' here

One day you'll understand how much you have me
One day you'll realise we have it easy
I can't offer you the future - I don't know it myself
All I can offer you is me
I'm all I can offer you right now

Patience make her heart grow stronger
Reassure her she's where I want to be
Never was the grass ever greener
I'm about ready as I'll ever be

And one day you'll understand how much you have me
One day you'll realise we have it easy
If an expression of love is what you need to believe
All I can offer you is me
I'm all I can offer you right now

I'm all I am
All I am, yeah

One day you'll understand how much you have me
One day you'll realise we have it easy
I can't offer you the future - I don't know it myself
All I can offer you is me

One day you'll understand how much you have me
One day you'll realise we have it easy
If an expression of love is what you need to believe
All I can offer you is me
I'm all I can offer you right now

Absence make her heart grow fonder
While I'm conquering the last frontier

Give me 5

2009-11-27T00:41:00.013+08:00

I'd always been amazed by my classmates' efforts showing in presentations before and it's, nonetheless, still as awe-inspiring to be involved in the Human Factors (HF) debate the day before. Even though we weren't given a choice. I patted myself on the back for a job seemingly well done. Never to forget, Jie Han praised me too! My teammates were an awesome bunch even though they'd missed classes a lot!

Anyways, I'm anticipating my buddy - Wen Jin's return so we can have a dinner with everyone else. However, I regretted a little for canceling the ZoukOut night due to poor response. In regards to that, we'd be planning something else and Zhi Xiang has something in mind. Also, Benjamin would be keeping the Grey Goose untouched.
Yup, we're all waiting for Sir W J Toh to return from Brunei!

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Regardless of the closing part of the video, please enjoy

Dilapidate

2009-11-11T21:39:00.004+08:00

Having been caught up with meeting schedules, I just want to have a meeting with myself one day soon. If not, my straight-faced persona might just take over with an arsenal of tasteless jokes.

Before it all begins

2009-10-18T19:25:00.005+08:00

There is no Deepavali holiday!

Being part of the Food Committee for E.E.E.C.'s Interactive Camp was a great learning experience for me. Firstly, I learned how to flip french toast on a frying pan! Compared to Keith's and Shu Jie's culinary skills, mine was farther off to the bottom part of the scale. Nevertheless, I'm still proud of myself for achieving something and doing as much as I could for the camp's functioning. For your information, my main job was cleaning up (, which includes doing the dishes,) with Nico.

While taking a break with Nico at the new path extending from the 'Suicide Window', the memories of my days in the club setted in. Like the waves hitting the rocks, bits of recollections permeated through my skull as I hummed a song belonging to the E.E.E.C..

I won't forget what Keith said although it seemed more of a cliché: Once a club member, you're always a club member.

Not to forget, the short night alone in St. John's was awesome!

Day gone by

2009-09-16T10:30:00.014+08:00

"Make love, make gardens, not war."

You might think it's cool being called "Snowman", but the name didn't come about because of my character. The origin of this nickname was of a snowman key ring being taken away from me by Rong Hui although I still couldn't recall about that incident, much less about the looks of the key ring. Either I was generous or she had a dominating vibe then.

Three days ago, Maurice brought the five of us (namely Benjamin, Wen Jin, Jack, Zhi Xiang and I) to restaurant named Poison Ivy, which was situated in Bollywood Veggies.

This was where the bus would arrive at,
but we missed it and took a cab here.

What better way than to take an imaginary puff
while waiting for the second cab.

After our meal, we put our feet into the farm behind the restaurant under the scorching sun.

I couldn't help but relate this to Journey To The West (西游记).

There were different species of bananas behind this Lookout Point.

Jack tried the loo out while Wen Jin had his
hands on Mr. Pee-Wee next to the Jack-A-Loo.

The eccentric lady boss or lady warrior of Poison Ivy gave us a lecture, a book for $10, sugarcane each and sent us on our way home. However, we got lost and walked back to the entrance. Then, Benjamin's father came to our rescue.

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In time to come

2009-09-06T23:22:00.000+08:00

Quoted:

A friend is one
To whom one may pour out all
The contents of one's heart
Chaff and grain, together,
Knowing that the gentlest of hands
Will take and sift it,
Keep what's worth
And blow the rest away

I want to be your friend.

'another'

2009-08-29T17:36:00.009+08:00

The consensus is that the silence between us holds our precious relation, which got much clear when I did the ginga - the basic step of Capoeira.

Not that I can be proud of, the smooth moves brought me back to those Thursday nights at YMCA with Eu Sou Bantus Capoeira, which was the training school.
Recalling my first training, I was as stiff as a rock. My steps were awkward and had probably gave headaches to the Master. Gradually, either the Brazilian tunes got into me or the other way round, improvements were recognized. The Master kept repeating "Go with the flow" and I kind of got what that meant.

Outside school, I like to ginga in an imaginary circular boundary with closed eyes and amaze myself when my combination of moves get myself back on the starting spot.

Skipping my history of Capoeira, I should go face the "estimated required safe landing distance" already.

Flowing nuance

2009-08-27T13:38:00.009+08:00

The meniscus of the substance was almost torn apart as the repercussion waved outwards and then inwards stirring the core.

Rambling followed and gradually hushed on its own.

It was as though this small vessel would shatter bit by bit from that spreading point of touch but it didn't.

Thereby, the substance stayed within safe and sound.

Then, the surface returned to its calm and there laid the flux clouded within the substance.

Laying dormant was the core once more.

Sensing those efforts, I might want to give thanks from the bottom of my heart.

Hitherto, I couldn't keep a grasp of the touch.

Pardon my handicap.

Dedicate

2009-08-27T00:25:00.012+08:00

If one were to ask me to stop drinking for my own sake,
I wouldn't as there isn't any reason for me to heed.

If there was a more effective method to curb my drinking habits, I can pledge my honour to the above picture for the past three weeks. That picture was a really useful reminder as it, you might be able to comprehend, represents the middle finger, which is usually used for perpetrators who hit the wrong note. As such, in my case, my boozing had become a misconduct to the ones whom I made a promise to.

I could already see myself ordering Ribena in a pa-bu (also commonly spelled as "pub" in English) while my friends down those sinful glasses. I know Ribena is rare or not at all in drinking havens, but it would be more absurd if I'd had used "Teh-O" or "Milo-Siu-Dai". I just didn't want "orange/apple juice" 'cause that's too common in phrases.

Tied up

2009-08-20T16:48:00.007+08:00

I wanted to remove my tie after the interview but found it a hassle instead. With my fingers, I usually end up loosening the top button 'cause the collar of the shirt's tighter around the neck. I walked home with the tie on anyways as I didn't want to fix the shirt lest the button falls off.

Upon reaching CCK, a recent scene of 'bank investment promoters' (in short, BIP) jolted my eyes wide and I hoped none of them were at Lot 1's entrance. I knew I wouldn't be able to escape any of them in my formal wear.
A sigh of relief as it was what I expected with no signs of Karen anywhere! Oh, Karen was one of the tenacious BIPs whom I had an extended conversation with because she kept standing in my path like she has eyes on her knees.

In other cases, I would either dodge to the side and hasten my steps forward (like an F-14 Tomcat switching it's variable wings from unswept to swept) or just show them the universal 'Talk to my hand' sign without making eye contact.

We know business is tough for the BIPs who stand around their booths and discreetly vying for potential customers with their counterparts, but we still shun them ~~sometimes~~ much of the time because, could I say, we don't have a need for their proposals at those moments. They're indeed offering help in some way similar to shop/product promoters.
Well, the choice is ours to hear what they could offer.

I think I could go practice the different knots Wei Lin taught me to tie a tie.

Before the next

2009-08-19T21:09:00.005+08:00

The weight receded from my shoulders as the night breeze brushed my cheeks. I was delving deeper thoughts, but eventually got myself out of it. The recent turn of events sure woke a slumbering part of my gray matter! Nevertheless, it's still best sharing deserts with another.

Putting those gratuitous sentiments aside, I have an interview to prepare for tomorrow! It's a test from my Communication Skills for Work (CSW) module. That's definitely the last hurdle of that module after those letter-writing for complaint letters, résumé and cover letter. I got to think of something to tidy my hair - the aftereffects of perming, even though almost noticeable.

Contact lenses, CHECK!
Ironed shirt, CHECK!
Able to do a tie, CHECK!
Ironed pants, CHECK!
Long black socks, CHECK!
Smooth black leather shoes, CHECK! (not polished, but who cares!)
Portfolio, CHECK!

Let's get that job done, TOMORROW!

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Only able to look back

2009-08-17T21:55:00.001+08:00

" By taking photos, we would be able to look back at how we were. " (or something along that line)
- Jack Peck Shao Jie

Jack sure made a point when he requested Cai Ling to snap photos of us. For me, who doesn't mind not being in the picture, was starting to grab available spots in front of the camera already. Jack's words made me want to go back in time and instill in myself the habit of slinging a camera around my neck to capture invaluable pics. I recalled the time when my hair was the longest ever in my life, but I couldn't find sufficient proof. The Auntie selling me Mr. Bean Super Soya Milk, at CCK Interchange, couldn't recognize me with short hair albeit mistaking me for a Xiao Mei (Little Girl) once when my fringe covered my left eye.

Too little photos of my Gold-highlighted-plus-Beige-Brown hair! I resembled a Xiao Hun Hun or some rowdy ass of a clown then, minus the profanities.

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I was able to book the tennis court for the upcoming Saturday!
~~BEERS~~
(I meant) CHEERS! I just have to print out the AWESOME confirmation mail and it will deter any unsightly behaviours.

One's enough. Two's too much. Three's not enough.

2009-08-11T00:23:00.005+08:00

Despite not being compelled to blog, I felt the responsibility to update after an unintentional respite.

Let me know if you can form a word with my tile, please.
I had to skip all the way (2 turns) for a squeak of a victory.

I'm unclear of how my thirst for alcohol began, but it's positive that I'm going nowhere with it - just a gut feeling. I'm not seen guzzling can after can of beer anymore, but I'm still craving for more after the gas rushes out from the opening "pop". It could get worse when a bottle catches my eye. Minus people around, I had left one empty and wasted.

In addition to my friends' encouragement and reminder to hold the liquor, I kept a mental note to drink no more than three glasses (regardless of the size). It worked merely than a while, but I'm able to stop after two on occasions.
Though the effects of addiction is more psychological, and it could cause depression, it might become physical when my nerves go on a loose rampage.

In spite of the detrimental consequences that comes with binge drinking, I'm well aware, I couldn't take my eyes off of an inviting bottle as if I wanted to fill myself up with its contents.

I wanted to get rid of this lust, but an empty bottle is just an empty bottle.

HEH!

2009-07-27T17:11:00.001+08:00

Oh sorry. Did my back hurt your knife?

Goal theory

2009-07-13T17:24:00.004+08:00

This song was another discovery over the radio.

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Having been daunted by always receiving the ball when the music stops, being the chosen was no personal choice to begin with. However, today was the kind of day that went smoothly coupled with a chance to fulfil that long-abandoned role. It was the kind of role that made me feel at home despite having lost much will.

" Determine the direction. Set the pace. Applaud the spirit "

A momentary fix

2009-07-09T20:36:00.006+08:00

However, I'd rather be broken for a while.

When it's warm and the sunrays beat down on you relentlessly, any body of clear waters become an oasis in the sea of desert. The perspiration trickling down my neck makes the swimming pool and cold showers even more luring. There's still not enough chum for me to really dive in and get wet, but it's so going to be cooling, despite the perspiring. I'm thinking that it's due to this season of the year that I feel uncomfortably warm. And to add on to the discomfort, my throat's waving the white flag for being dry. Not to forget, there's H1N1 - damn, it's seasonal.

Having continuous reminders to drink up sure beats occasional dryness of my throat! With that figured out, the alarm from my phone shall take up the additional purpose.

I had a peaceful week and it's only, ONLY, just going to begin.

On a rattling note, Wen Jin (the Officer-wannabe) will book out this weekend! 3 weeks sure pass like Mid-Sem tests.

We were even

2009-07-08T14:42:00.001+08:00

They say two odds make an even, which is proven in mathematics, and the same went for us too.

We were always at odds and that's why we called it even.

You hurled it at me, I dropped it on the floor.
I threw it at you and you slammed it on my foot.

It wasn't ever fair "'cause we were both quite tanned".
And your 'hyphen underscore hyphen' face would show for this particular weirdo.
Then again, you were probably the last of the dodos.

The aching

2009-07-06T20:03:00.004+08:00

Of a strained body wasn't easy to endure.

The sharp pain in my chest is slowly going away. I should go consult a doctor 'cause it's not my first time being bothered by that ache. When I pushed my physical boundary too much, that pain would serve as a reminder the next day I wake up. Even so, the pain rarely comes, and I'm proud of myself for reaching another level and I would continue to take a step further to become a better me.

Encouragement is always sufficient, if not aplenty, with a gym buddy like Zhi Xiang for the past weeks. I'm aware that I'm not getting any bigger, it seems, but I will try. With the NAPFA test around the corner, I could at least try to be more physically fit.

I could do with early nights to be ready for the next day. And I might want to prepare my own breakfast.

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I found the above song hopeful when it played over the FM radio HAH HAH! And it's not the same feeling you get when you can listen to the song of your choice, whenever you want, from your mp3.

Some desire

2009-06-29T21:26:00.005+08:00

I had been caught in the rain for the past few rainy days either when it's just starting to pour or after it. Count myself lucky for not getting totally soaked, but I do like the feeling when being pelted by the droplets then. It might be my poor timing with the weather, but I would say it's all my own doings. I know in my mind that I just wanted to be drenched by the summer rainfall. It's always summer in Singapore, I know.
No matter how heavy it might have become, I didn't run. Instead, my feet had gotten heavier when the first of rain came upon my shoulders. My breathing calmed with the strolling of the gloomy clouds.

You might see me jumping in the rain by myself soon. Even so you might not 'cause we know that rainwater's dirty and I could catch a chill.
Who knows.

Apathy

2009-06-28T20:40:00.010+08:00

Is the opposite of love, hate isn't.

" You're here to get things done, not show off that you can do it. "

Undermining the harshness of the above quote, which might arouse unneeded attention, and you would be left with a straight point to take note of. I wouldn't explain any further.

Albeit the nice, white surround of this post, I actually have a jolly dark personality. "jolly" might not appease your ears, neither would "dark" nor the combination. This part of me isn't a persona that significantly shows in any of my emotional states. It is a part of me.

When a friend asked about the private message under my messenger nickname, which is the quote above, I had already anticipated some to follow suit. My predictions came true and there was something that would follow too - rumours. I do not dislike them, who carry on with their baseless assumptions. Needless to say for those who believed blindly and deemed me their way.
There is no need for anyone to speak up nor for my repeating these words again.

Some people are afraid of the dark, afraid of what they cannot see.

Phone lost, again

2009-06-21T00:53:00.013+08:00

Before my actual post, the video above was, though a tad gory, an interesting find!

"We have money!"

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Along the way back to Singapore from KL, I was quenched with thoughts straightened out in the bus. I couldn't help but kept my head leaned to the window-side to just gaze at the clouds. Occasionally, the lazy white cotton almost lulled me to sleep but my mind didn't allow for it.

After getting into polytechnic, I've had my many firsts. Yes, going on a total leisure oversea trip with friends was a first for me. Although I'd a slight headache during the travels, I did try to keep my whimsical nonsense at bay. I just don't make much sense when my head's in a whirl.

I'd felt bad losing my phone again in an oversea trip. This just showed how negligent I am with my personal belongings and I didn't want it to happen once more. Now, I've got this W910i, which was a previous model of mine, as a gift from my Mom. She sure knows how careless his son is! Seeing how much of an ass I am to my previous phones, I promised to take good care of my current one.
I will handle it with care by placing it gently on any surface instead of hurling it on any cushion I can find.
I will wipe my hands dry before laying a finger on the phone.
I will hold it firmly instead of finger-juggling it when I've nothing better to do. ....

As quoted

2009-06-16T21:38:00.003+08:00

"If you think everyone or, say the least, the people around you never experienced a bit of the strangling sorrow which seems so much as to remove the air from your lungs/heart, think again. People just don't tell you."
~ a friend I cherished much.

Getting out

2009-06-16T17:11:00.007+08:00

The next day to Malaysia until this Friday.

I had been anticipating this trip for long and was packing my luggage with much glee like when I were preparing for my NCC camps back in the good 'ol days. I sat on the sofa and materialized a mental checklist of things to bring - childhood habits die hard. I just have to throw in my toiletries the next morning!

Talking about childhood habits, I'm wary of a few of my prevailing ones. One of the more prominent one is that I tilt my head slightly to the right just after a friend and I had noticed each other before exchanging greetings. That's probably me figuring out who the person is. HAH!
Then, there were occasions getting caught holding drinks or some munch with two hands just like children would due to their small hands. How about yours?

While pondering on the question, mind giving the video below a chance to play.

Hypochondriac Blues - Max Vernon

Here I am again, drowning in the sheets of my sweat-stained bed,
I throw the covers over my head, but when the light breaks through,
My body builds up the dread and,
Two hours later i work starin' a hole in the wall
I can see, i can smell, you may think that I'm well,
But somethin' isn't right at all,
Cause i can taste the bitter acid washin' in my throat,
And i can feel the brittle marrow crackin' in my bones,
And this headache means I probably gotta tumor in my head
And this mark on my back is practically blood red
It could be cancer of the spine, but my doctor says I'm fine
Say what you want, I can't help the feelin' that I'm

Dyin' I've got the sanity
Of rose-a-mary kennedy before lobotomy,
And i'm the greatest threat to my own health,
But how can you blame me,
I wonder why i don't see more people goin' crazy
Readin about the news everyday,
Getting sick of feelin' limp and useless
Oh, tell me what the use is, the tortured soul i can save,
Cause if you leave me alone with my mind, you're gonna dig my grave.

Listen up my only friend,
If the sun should burn out, the world just ends,
Well we'd be dead, we wouldn't be scared,
You can't have fear if you don't have time to reflect and,
The minutes you waste
Takin' up space instead of really bein' alive,
Would be better put to use tryin' to make a friend or two
Cause they will give you the courage to get through life,
And it won`t be too long now before you're gone,
And someone takes your place to carry the world on their arms.
Well that doesn't sound nice,
I should take my own advice and
Leave all my fear and hate behind,
But paranoia rules my brain while the shrink says I'm sane,
Well go ahead and diagnose whatever you want, but you're

Lyin', I've got the sanity
Of rose-a-mary kennedy before lobotomy,
And I'm the greatest threat to my own health,
But how can you blame me,
I wonder why I don't see more people goin' crazy
Readin about the news everyday,
Getting sick of feelin' limp and useless
Oh, tell me what the use is, the tortured soul I can save,
Cause if you leave me alone with my mind, you're gonna dig my grave

I'm Movin On - Rascal Flatts

2009-06-14T13:40:00.004+08:00

I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons
Finally content with a past I regret
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness
For once I'm at peace with myself
I have been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long
I'm movin' on

I've lived in this place and I know all the faces
Each one is different but they're always the same
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it
They'll never allow me to change
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong
I'm movin' on

I'm movin' on
At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me
And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone
There comes a time in everyone's life
When all you can see are the years passing by
And I have made up my mind that those days aren't gone

I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town
I've loved like I should but lived like I shouldn't
I had to lose everything to find out
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road
I'm movin' on

I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on

Smooth-sailing Saturday

2009-06-13T20:52:00.007+08:00

Firdaus gave me a ride to Lot 1 in the morning since it was on his way. There was a different feel about being in a car with my friend as the driver compared to having someone senior (for example parents). It was my first time in a friend's car and it was such a smooth ride I did not realize that Lot 1 was just a traffic light away. Firdaus has got TEH SkillZ, man!
I could get him to drive a group of us to makan haunts despite probably paying for the fuel too 'cause that's only fair.

Throughout our badminton games for the day, both Maurice and I had trouble getting the shuttlecock to each other's side of the court . ... and I'd lost 2 sets out of 3. We'll play better the next time! I can really get used to involving in sports every Saturday morning with Maurice since we had our fair share of notoriety back in Unity. HAH. If anyone's interested to join us, feel free to contact any of us. Even if you have no idea who Maurice is, you're still welcomed to make friends.
Alright, I admit it's a plot! We need accomplices to help us deter the passers-by who (carry badminton rackets and) could excuse us of our court. We need you, please. There's really nothing to lose. You just have to be present (to prove that you're one of us) and bring along your sports attire, change of clothes/slippers, a water bottle and (tennis and/or badminton) rackets ~~and a registration fee of ...~~ . It would be better if you could sponsor the shuttlecocks 'cause we'd be sponsoring the tennis balls. If our ~~gang~~ group increases in strength, we could even play team sports! Imagine how fun would that be.

It's not like I'm going to kneel and kowtow to you, but do fall in with us anyway.

Ease of contentment

2009-06-12T17:14:00.012+08:00

To celebrate my passing of BTT, I made myself two sandwiches!
One might wonder why I'm even satisfied with passing BTT 'cause it's no biggie, right? It might not mean anything to you, but it means ONE STEP CLOSER for me to attaining a motorcycle licence. If you need a recap, get to the title "The drive to drive" over here.

I'd still clench my fists in the air and beam you my most confident eyes albeit receiving bewildered stares. That was what happened the night before at Yew Tee Mcdonald's where I whiled my time pleasantly with Patrick, Seok Hwee, Jing Ni, Lopez and Maurice. Hidayat and Ridhwan joined us irregularly as they were burning midnight oil for their tests today.
It's a wonder how that small outing refueled my mind.

Meanwhile, I'm awaiting the dinner with my brothers who'd POP-ed.

The beginning is a stalker

2009-06-02T18:51:00.005+08:00

It's just 3 more days to go till I cross that red tape to holidays!
"Red tape" can mean a procedure which is needless and time-consuming, but that's not what I meant. It's just the kind of red tape you see in competitive sprints, runs, ... You get what I mean - a simple analogy. After I finish this race, there's another beginning waiting for me out there. The beginning stalks me like an entity and, at the same time, serving the purpose of my being.

"From being to beginning, you need some gin in between."

I could see myself thwacked with rotten language and foul eggs if I do present that quote to particular friends who know I love wordplay. Nevertheless, that was how this blog came into being (after some liquor other than gin).

To come into existence, one needs an oriGIN (HAH THERE) !
Take me for an example, but I didn't come after gin/alcohol. I am still glad to be involved in this world with my hardheaded parents. My parents are my origin. I oriGINated from them. Pardon me for my lack of ingenuity, please. Oops, did you just read "gin"?

On an ending note, I'd created this blog to end my complexity of thoughts and any misunderstandings that caused harm to the people I cherished the most. I'm only human.

Away from numbness

2009-05-28T21:23:00.003+08:00

A paper plane brought me back.

What a soul

2009-05-19T20:28:00.004+08:00

"Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength." ~Theodor Adorno

Have you been feeling down lately?
Is it because of work?
Being in a situation where you felt unappreciated? ....

Damn, those words in brown get on my nerves as they're like an advertisement jibe.
With the "high" times come the "low" times and that's life! Face it. Some people just don't give a thought in what you did backstage, but they care only what you had brought onstage. When the commodity proved pathetic (to them), along with the bombardment of shortcomings, do you feel hurt?

The amount of work towards the completion seemed to amount to naught as the confidence and beliefs in oneself just went POOF! So that piece of work wasn't worth anything in their eyes. In fact, it proved pathetic/pitiful/ridiculous to them.
But what did it prove to you?
It proved that they cared.

I might not make sense, but be it themselves or you they're caring for, they actually cared. So when they do stop pointing out your mistakes, they stop blabbering, that's when they stop caring for you. It took a while for me to understand that it's not always crucial for everyone to observe how hard I work at something. That's when the element of surprise kicks in! Give yourself a pat on the shoulder, a self-acknowledgement, when you know you had done well. I know you have.

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A soul came across the hollow in me, but I raised the bark instead.
Then, the soul was not seen again.

Untimely news

2009-05-16T21:36:00.005+08:00

A crew of my classmates, along with me, had a simple over-belated birthday celebration dinner for Shao Jun the evening before. We were all in a chirpy mood as we strolled our journey to Astons at The Cathay. Then, my world seemed to be messenger-nudged when Xing Xing said "Yes".

Jie Han had this wide-smiled, and crescent eyes of a face when he told me "Xing Xing has a baby". I'd supposed Jie Han was pulling my leg again, but did I know he wasn't as he wishes to be a godfather. He was just as surprised as I was when the news sunk into me after I confirmed the word with Xing Xing.
"Yes, I have" and popped up an unfamiliar, but adorable, face from his handphone.

OH MY GOODNESS! MY CLASSMATE'S A FATHER!
It took a while for me to realize before I nearly bumped into a passer-by. I hadn't conceived having a father for a classmate. At present, I could.

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I might want to get a camera soon to brighten up this blog a little. Please bear with it for now.

Career huh

2009-05-12T15:20:00.007+08:00

Working class hero-to-be.

Lesson's ended at 12pm and we headed to Foodcourt 2 (FC2) to have our lunch. While we listened to Jie Han sounding off his working pains, I recalled my past jobs woes. My first ever official job was a waiter at Cantina (The Food and Wine Stop) in Holland V, whereby Ms. Christina introduced to Wen Jin and I. The restaurant had a little poise to it with it's italian flavour. I liked table 69 best as it was al fresco under a tree with low-hanging branches; at a corner. The setting was perfetto for a date!
And there's still the main eatery, La Cantina in Venezia, at Changi Village Hotel.
I'd no complains as a waiter there, except probably a keen on the late, long, bus rides to Bukit Panjang LRT then home.

Follwing that, I was a promoter for The Chocolatier switching to and fro Takashimaya and OUB Centre. In Taka, I'd say it was fun! There was Godiva Chocolatier beside and the promoters were rummy (if there's no better word to describe them).
Haryana had dyed a hair of blonde and was already a mother despite her youthful looks.
Sam's a joker, se-hila-riously. Bear + Low rise jeans = Sam.
And not to forget Clarence who's an insomniac at night (for real). His eyelids were always droopy in morning shifts and always radiant (as if they were polished with Brasso) during afternoon shifts.
My lady boss, Avril, and her parents treated me well. I'm thankful to them and to Dyonna, Wee Kiong and Hong Sheng who were my regular partners. I owe my job to Joel Kho who was an experienced promoter there himself.
It was the best job I'd ever gotten, yet!

Then, there was the F1 Night Race where I was a porter carrying loads ....

Jie Han left for work at NUH quite reluctantly, but he's still funny in many ways.

Well ... I'm still pondering about my future occupation.

Until I become one

2009-05-10T01:26:00.008+08:00

Being the man of the family.

The few rounds of tennis with Maurice last morning was draining. Those strokes used in tennis are just so different from badminton and I had much trouble adjusting my wrist, when (my wrist) should be kept straight. I'd rather be playing pool and applying those english on the cue ball. Maurice and I had planned to exercise every Saturday, and maybe try out different sports. We'd probably be going bowling next Saturday!

At present, with some relatives at my house, my grandparents had made preparations for Vesak Day. I recognized a missing presence as everyone got quiet. That presence was my father who's still at work in Malaysia. Every family gathering was always lively with my father around, no doubt. Albeit the most senior man of the household being my grandfather, mother told me that "(I) will be the man of the house when father's not around". With that being digested in my mind, my shoulders dropped slightly as if gravity did its trick. Or was it caused by the sudden incurrence of this responsibility that I felt weighing down on my shoulders.

Nevertheless, "(I) will always be a kid in my (parents') eyes". This was evident from the Mickey Mouse mp3 player which my mother gifted me. Don't get me wrong because I wasn't complaining. I was contemplating of the life-changing decisions I would face in the near future. I am going to be 19 very soon - too old for a kid, too young for an adult - definitely. And I've got a plan.

Shiok ah!

2009-05-07T18:57:00.007+08:00

We're supposed to be(come) engineers.

In today's last lecture, on Aeronautical Engineering Science (AES), Mr. Liew narrated a story between a Boeing personnel and an SIA engineer and this was how it went ...

After carrying out maintenance and slight adjustments in the cockpit of a Boeing 777, the SIA engineer, with hands akimbo, stood adjacent to the pilot's seat admiring his work well done. Just then, a Boeing personnel came knocking about in the cockpit. With a slight tip of his nose, "Why do you think there are two seats in the cockpit of the 777?", the Boeing personnel asked the SIA engineer.

"One for the pilot and one for the co-pilot, of course", stated the engineer with a 'Well, duh!' in his head. He didn't pay much attention to the question as the answer's proverbial enough.

"Nope", snapped the Boeing personnel. "One seat is for the pilot and the other is for a dog."

Now, the engineer's thrown back. "Bu... But why a dog?"

In the Sir Stamford Raffles' stance, "The pilot is there to make sure everything in the cockpit works fine and the dog is there to prevent the pilot from touching the works".

I've no idea whether this story was fictional or not, but I know that the Boeing personnel is depicted to be proud, and arrogant, of the fully automatic flight the Boeing 777 can execute. So the pilot's just there to make sure the controls are in working conditions in flight and the dog - you know.

The lecture continued afterwards with Bernoulli's equation, error corrections and boundary layers. I got to understand the assumption and rejection of turbulent flow. In short, turbulence is both good and bad for flight.
I WILL SURVIVE THE 5 PAGES OF WORKINGS FOR THE SOLUTION (, somehow)!

Before the lesson ended, as usual, Mr. Liew showed us some videos on aviation. And then, someone exclaimed, "Plane crash, plane crash! Shiok ah!"

The reply the joker got was "Eh! You all are supposed to be engineers. Keep wanting to watch plane crashes .... What shiok!", from Mr. Liew. Then, we viewed two videos of crashing planes.

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I skipped this event (above).

The drive to drive

2009-05-06T21:35:00.004+08:00

I can smell my Class 3C Qualified Driving Licence already.

Having just passed one Basic Theory Practice, I'm confident of doing the same for my Basic Theory Test (BTT)! I'm keeping this slight arrogance up for a confidence boost. I need that. Attaining the driving licence is just my first step to achieving the dream of owning a motorbike, which my parents disallow. But no frets 'cause I'm going to find a way around, and it will be an honest way.

I registered for the school because of the more significant pasing rate as compared to going private, and I want to get a bike asap. That's the primary desire for my driving licence.
Besides getting a motorbike, another motoring desire is a BMW. I like the 'nostrils' of them cars.

I'll be back.

2009-05-05T23:05:00.002+08:00

"I'll be back" was, and is still, quite a catchphrase after the script of Arnold Schwarzenegger's The Terminator. And I cannot seem to pull it off any right.

It's my honour to unveil this page to any potential readers and probable contributors to this blog. After going through a "hand countable" changes of blogging addresses, I'd decided to lay one groundrule for myself: Be simple, be me. As the writer of this page, I hold the responsibility for causing any forms of disturbance - be it emotionally, mentally, or physically - to my fellow friends and readers. That's a valuable lesson learnt from my past.

One has no need to empathize with the paragraph above. It is neither my disguise of apathy as my opening comes to an end - correction, another new beginning with the revival of my trusty laptop.

If one has any opinions to be seen/heard, feel free to tag it out (without signs of defamation), and I'm always glad to hear from you.