Bukit Merah DSLR

Just got my DSLR today. I'll admit its a want, but in life not everything must be a need. That's what makes us different from animals.

So I shall indulge first,


Good old NCC days


The ghost of the piano


Blur macro pawns


Saturday night was spent visiting an event at Bukit Merah. The event was rather simple, with simplistic performances that featured cheap humor. At first I thought it would be a total was of time, until I saw the smiles of the old folk, which made the majority of the audience.

It was a mixed scent of jealousy and pity. They could be so easily humored, but yet so content. The kind of smell that makes you stop and think why each day you struggle so hard to climb the ladder.

It was raining, and If you know me, when I have nothing to do, I'll look around. This is one of the main reasons why alfred always fails at trying to rape me.

Nevertheless, the rain was pouring, but there was little wind. Suddenly, a wooden display came falling, just as I turned, just that it wasnt towards me..

I jumped forward to block it ( why do I feel like Im writing a sec sch compo?! ) Infront of the board was some chinese man. He wore the "I-look-retrenched" outfit, with a loosley untucked shirt. Obvilious to what was going on he continued to watch the cheap humor on stage.. I guess no one saw. I feel so good, saving a man from concussion. Maybe its repayment for one bleeding head I made two years ago.

Oh well, guess its been quite a weekend.

Ozy dont even come near me, this camera costs alot more. I'm not waiting 2 years for you to pay me.

Manhatten

After many weeks, finally we managed to get together a dinner with the e4 dudes.

Jiaren came of course, only to be beaten up. I must say lift rides are alot more thrilling with him around.

Went to manhatten@central

Ok firstly, central has a super weird architecture, its one of the only malls in singapore you can actually get lost in. Without a packet of jellybeans to mark your trail you might probably find yourself walking in circles. In the absence of what could have been "space", central replaces it with funny walls that popup at awkward turns, like its some kind of labyrinth.

Marketing 101 people, making customers stay is only a metaphor, dont make it literal.

Went to eat manhatten only cos alfred wanted the staff discount of 15% from pw.

You have to agree pw looks very very auntie now, especially in that supervisor uniform. As usual she daoed us and refused to take our orders. BWG.

So I signed "PEI WEN =)" for her excellent service.


cute or... -_-

Okay la, actually she was quite nice, *accidently, AHEM, omitting* some orders. Free bowl of ikan bilis too, which Jiaren enjoyed.

And she came back with the bill and, demanding I sign again.. I mean wtf!? -_-

He only comes back once a year so we didnt giveup the chance to make him do stupid things. As pw was waiting for me to resign the bill, we gave Jiaren 10cents and asked him to tip her.

He went like..

"ungggghh, as alfred asked, this is a tip from the six of us... er..."

As usual she just daoed, took the bill and left. BWG. so dao?

Hellboy sucked, especially with front row seats.

GV happens to be one of the cinemas which are run by business people whom have no understanding of the ° sign, or how the human anatomy works.


A typical seat at a GV plex

Watching front row requires you to have either:

a) A height of Yaoming
b) To have been raised with Kayan neck rings since young
c) No brains like us

I cannot believe we succumbed to the belief GV management thoroughly understood the Geneva convention or human rights.

SCAM, 1001%.

Radio TEST WOOTS

I realise that each time there's a test coming up I am one of the few people that dont need to set alarm clocks.

No matter what time I set the clock, I'll automatically wake up 10 minutes before the alarm rings. Bio-clocks here are more accurate than quartz.

Digressing, today happens to be a radio test for me. It was a great night before was we were mahjonging and I still havent rehearsed..

Next morning, woke up... stomachache.. again. Always happens before a big test. I can't believe its actually a medical condition. Stress -> Stomach Acids. Whoever knew? =/

So I went on to do my radio test.... heres where the Ecstasy starts.

5 seconds before my time to air, suddenly someone tells me: "NO, ITS NOT 1 MINUTE MORE, ITS NOW!"

I was like WTF? Stupid analog clocks. The minute hand is neither here nor there. htf am I supposed to know which minute it is?

So I just hit the "ON" button and started narrating script. Its always good to have a neatly printed script with you. ^^

Then came the phonecall. A classmate is supposed to call in and request a song... So she calls, and requests for a nice song, Love Me - Collin Raye. Okay, so when I asked who it was going out to... She started stammering... OMFGGG

This is the worse thing that can happen to you, your caller starts stammering. Whats worse it was like those half word stammers like

"Er.. its goin-omg, ahh-ing out to... myy.. my.. err.. err.."

This is where I knew I was going to be screwed... good recording = fun time editing. Ecstasy No.2

Its super anal to edit this kind of calls as you cant edit out the whole word or it'll sound funny, but finding the exact wave to cut will take you alot of time.. and editing is done while other songs are playing, so I basically only had a few minutes...

I draw the surfer to hastily trim the ends of the recording.. then I move on to the stammering part.. WTF, its super hard to edit, as I realised it was half stammers. Before I knew it, I saw 40 seconds left on the last song... I was like okay GG. Die liao, havent finished. So I quickly just anyhow edit the rest of the recording.

The timer struck 10.. 9... 8.. and I havent inserted the recording in the playlist.. OMG, QQ! The list wont move! there was no scrollbar. WTF, no scrollbar!?

Guess it was back to stupid instincts. Select a song then press the down key many many times before you reach the end of the list..

5..4..3... I quickly dragged it in and pressed "LINK". HAHA! ON TIME.

This was ecstasy number 3. The best ever. It beats sniffing crack and glue at the same time. You get so high you swear you'll hit the ceiling. Your heart thumps so fast as adrenaline gushes in your veins...you feel so alive.

I guess this is what makes radio fun, they have free marijuana, and you dont even need a license for it. x)

TANGSS

HAHAHAHAHA

the value of things

Many times in life, things aren't really assigned their true values...


Take for example a poly cert and an A'lvls cert. Three A's can get you into law school, but a 4.0 GPA wont even make the interview. Think this is normal?

An A is about 23% (as of 2007), (BBC). So we can safetly say because of one of the two universal laws, inflation, the percentile of distinctions will reach about 25%. (up 0.9% from 2007. Or 1 in 4, for easier tabulation)

Although it dosent really make sense to grade a calibre of a student via statistics. To make three As, it would be the probability of 3As in a row( 1/4 . 1/4 . 1/4 : I discount variable change, I'm in Masscomm, so I'm entitled to have poor maths ), thats about 0.0156% (offset variable change with law of nerds whos A's come stringed).

**EDIT: Guess I was wrong, 1 in 10 get 3A's... A-stringed nerds > variable change**

1% of the cohort of A level students? Hmm, taking into account of the 17 JCs, so roughly its about.. 250-300 students per year?

Now ask yourself, how many 4.0 diplomas have you seen?

Then there are times the objects have a buffer for their values...

Like at times when you just slapped your friend, the value of friendship plummets to the level of an ice-cube to an eskimo.

So what really presents a true value? If oil could cost under 100/barrel five years back... time?

If you were to assign a numerical value to your life, what would it be?

Me..Hacker..?!

It started like a regular morning for me, awake in unearthly hours while the rest of the city lay in deep slumber.

The credits had finished and I was dragging myself out of bed to check my PC's MSN before joining the legion of Zs.

Be it fate or chance, I accidentally opened the "Samsung Mission Possible G810" spam that you would see at the bottom of your MSN window.

It looked rather cool, and managed to grasp what was left of my little attention span. After poking around abit, I found that it was like any typical online flash game which had prizes.

Then it struck me. If you recall my blogpost sometime back about a little small golden coin....

I wasted no time at all and fired up my usual toolz. It took me like 40 minutes to cheat the score system. Well, its a considerable improvement compared to the 8 hours I took last time.

Anyway, there was no scoreboard in the game, and phases 2 and 3 of the game havent even been developed. The closing date was quite distant, so I lost interest again. Virgin rays of the sun carressed my skin as I realised it was dawn.

Similarly, it dawned upon me what can be applied here, can be applied to any other online game nonsense....

It took me less then five minutes to find my next target, Tangs Beauty Bag Hunt. For the interested, heres the link: http://www.spoon.com.sg/clients/tangs/main.html

For the disinterested, the game is about scrolling across a map and finding 62 bags hidden in a picture of a mall. So I checked the scoreboards and saw something... 4.8 seconds, for finding 62 bags, looks like I wasnt here first.

Nevertheless, the prizes looked decent, so I got to work, this time breaking the sound barrier... 5 minutes.

Submitting a score of 1.2 seconds, I reassured myself it was a winning bid and scurried off into the darkness of my bed, like a dreadlord, before the sun would cook me.


I awoke at 1pm... Breakfast was clearly not one of my daily meals these days. I fired up the computer and checked the score... Hmm, my score got removed?

Realising I may have been a little to absurd, 1.2 seconds. I submitted another score, this time 3.7 seconds.. Checking to see it didnt get removed, I resumed my daily activities.

It was late afternoon my phone started "de de de de de de!!!! ohhhhhhh *PAK*" (inside joke)

Picked it up... seemed to be from some angmoh..

"Hello, is this hl?"
"yes?"
"This is david calling, its about the online game you've been playing.."


LOL. They actually called me! HAHAHAHAHAHA

David began the talk by telling me the game had a certain timing bug, and my score was not fairly recorded, hence it had to be removed... however, he did offer me something, which I will quote from his email:

"Thank you for playing the Tang's Beauty Bag search game.
As you may be aware, there was a time error in the game you played.
In the spirit of fair play to all others who have played the game without
error and according to its full gameplay time and rules, your time score
recorded during this error will be removed.
We apologize for any inconvenience you may receive. We value the time you
spent taking part in our game, and offer you a $100 Tangs voucher
as a token of our appreciation. We invite you to play again to achieve a
valid score to win the prizes up for grabs. "

I was like WTF? LOL, 100 Tangs voucher? I was like doing only for the fun of it...

However, the story gets better.

David starts getting his developers to call me, and they ask me all sorts of questions, and I seemed to be speaking alien because none of them seemed to understand how I was cheating the game.

After like 4 calls, someone sensible managed to scribble a quick patch and updated the game.

My phone rang again, this time they told me the bug was fixed, and wanted me to go test it...

OZY was actually feeding in dota so I was quite ready to alt-tab to test it out for them, but before I could finish, they upped the offer to $300... LOL!

Ran a few tests on it, seems like the basic flaw was fixed..

It took me about 2 hours to get a workaround, the workaround succeed, but the score would not register. I suddenly had a little faith in local programmers....

4 Hours into the patch, I have my 3rd workaround.. however, score still would not be submitted. I did not feel a sense of defeat, but rather it was queer. The game isnt behaving normally, and I suspected the scoring sheet had a problem..either that or they have fully patched it, with minimal disclosure from me.

I rang up the developer again.. really nice people, didnt use private numbers.. this is one thing you must note, dont use private numbers to call people, it irritates others and makes people not want to help you.

She tells me in 10 years of her experience she has never seen anything like this. Come on lah, this is like.... history book material can? -_-

Nevertheless, when I declared my failure, she was elated and went "OH REALLY?! THANK YOU SO MUCH" like I've donated my kidneys to her.

I might have ruined their weekend, by submitting a 1.2 second score... I think they were called to do OT, and my call finally let them go home. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. I feel evil.

When I asked her about the new patch, how it was able to tell fake scores.. she simply replied they were using a filter, to trash scores under 30 seconds.

I was like WTF, how can you do that? What if people really get under 30 seconds? She just simply said it was impossible...

Well, idk. Personally, I think she hasnt met a korean yet. They can use a grunt to wipe your tier 3 army.

Nevertheless, 300 tangs voucher is like LOL.

David just send another email,

"I am impressed with your hacking abilities. I might have some work for you in the future."

With all due honesty, I find this nonsense. Any kid with a brain and 15 minutes can run himself through a tutorial to learn to crack online games. Oh well, tangs anyone?

*Poof*

quanie leehan HAHA

So we went to watch zohan and it was pretty funny, havent laughed at a movie for quite some time, quality humor is becoming like innocence now... a rising scarcity.

After the movie, we left cine and quan wanted to eat, BRIAN however, was in the vincinity, hence we decided to go meet him.

The following series of events should not be spoken, ever.... I have lost much faith in a friend because of this. We hope you reflect brian, seriously..

Quan calls brian,

Q: "ngeah? where are you?"
B: "taka,with a friend, coming coming"
Q: "taka very big, which par.. *toot* *toot*"

So we decided to try to find Brian and his mysterious friend... when finally, along the sidewalk, we saw it.. all hell broke loose.

It was like a dawning premonition of doom, the kind of music you hear in requiem for a dream, slowly ascending in adrendaline as the pressure of reality climbed quickly. The face looked so familiar, as if like a distant memory.. I struggled to recall, for sure I was this was a face hidden somewhere in the corners of my head.

Then it hit me, it had to be....

*insert bullet-time CGI here*

I turned to quanie to ascertain a certain fact.. and his face was like... priceless, mouth shaped into an "O". If it was kept open any longer I was sure a cockroach would fly in and choke him to death.

Then I see brian, smiling like a china-man, giving his usual mampat boleh ma-in look... and I was sure..

*end bullet time*

It was a brief moment of awkward silence, then the fake smiles came in. Like those you see on TV when your ministers shake hands.

After a few seconds of talking, we dispersed and went seperate ways.. as if nothing had happened, but the damage was done.

It was obvious because quan became quiet. If you know him, all you need to get him to talk is to insert an "ava" into ur sentence. But it didnt work, you could see the bullet hole... He was bleeding silent jealously.

This is already not the first time Brian's so good at doing such things, refer to a certain blog on bus-trips home from esplanade.

Like a davinci book, Many compelling questions were not fed with satisfactory answers...

Why the noun FRIEND?

Why the rejection of calls?!

I prefer not to do a full disclosure of our theories here, such.... hurtful answers... hais..

Tsktsk, I expected more from you, blue ic....

Even ozy dulan you....



First rome, now him!?

Mahjong sessions one too much

Each time its like I get so hyped to click the "New Post" button, but when this page appears it just seems to stay blank.

No inspiration? Or the over-myraid of filters I'd have to consider. Kinda defeats the purpose of a "personal blog" when you have to consider what not to put.

Spent many of the past few days mahjonging. With ozy now trying to jio me to mahjong again on MSN. That dropout seriously trying to get ppl addicted. evil foo. Well at least its a win on most occasions. So.... not so bad I guess

*edit: just lost the mahjong session, lucky not as much as rome...*

Went to school for some PPP nonsense. Stands for Professional Preperation Program. They say it helps you get a job. I say its a terrific waste of 4 hours of your life and alot of aircon which can go to feed some kid in kenya for days.

Then came the Kboxing sessions. You'd have to admire yx's voice for being able to reach Soprano choral range.

NPNT, its been a long time since any pics came to my posts. Shall do the favour of adding two now.

Got my new USB modem, at half the original plan too. Wireless Access on the move, this is sure some cool shit.


Swimming Pool dota anyone?

On the other hand, sold my iPhone at 200 bucks loss.... awaiting the new 3G version. Oh well, sucks to be the guy who bought it. Apple's a great scam..

Trusty old 850i, so much damage to it.


Imba pup right?

*Copies Heng's Poof*

Cleaners

In life typically people are stuck with jobs that they don't derive enough job satisfaction from. It may perhaps be due to the rising affluence of media and its ability to let users "see the greener pastures" of the world.

Admist this, there are of course, minimally, lone rangers whom find a job they like so much, they fight hard everyday protecting it.

One such good example is the Indian auntie cleaner of Block 68.

If any of you have lectures in early mornings at 68 you will no doubt see the vigilant cleaner studiously patrolling.... the toilets of block 68. She's like the keeper of the shrine, the dragon to the princess in some faraway castle.... with one sole aim in mind... to deny students entrance into the toilet.

" GO AWAY, CLEANING CLEANING! "

This is a typical response anyone will get when trying to trespass her sacred haven. For some reason, the toilets always cleaning and when she's around you the only place you get to pee is in your pants. Her shouts are almost like the rooster's call, sounding every Monday morning when I go to lecture.

Undoubtedly armed with the mop she will be there, shouting at students like they have tainted jesus's name with some great sin. Don't even think about trying to talk back, Its the part where she gets so defensive she starts scolding you and her face turns even blacker then black. (no pun or racism intended, puppy! arfarf!)

The terror dosent stop there.. it's like a Blair witch project thing, the scope has recently extended to the areas beyond the toilets. Just today, Mag&precy's class seemed to have some kind of presentation, as it was not their turn they were waiting outside the LT.

It didnt take long before the black widow appeared and blared so loudly we should change the production title to "BLARE witch project". What countless lecturers failed to do she accomplishes within seconds... make students listen. The class vanished so fast and quickly I swear they thought there was a fire in the block. You could almost see the satisfied smirk on her face when victory was hers, and she finally defended intruders into the territory.

Just as of now, blair bitch (typo) increased her poweress, by stomping into our lecture theatre. In my opinion, cleaners should never be allowed anywhere beyond places like toilet, garbage truck or sewage pipe unless being summoned by individuals to clean stuff like vomit. Did the aristocratic nature of the LT stop the blair witch? No.

She stormed in and screamed loudly.

" LECTURER NOT HERE, ALL GO OUT, YOU ALL NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE, LATER SUPERVISOR COME LOCK YOU OUT "

Typically if this was a BA, HMS or LSCT class I think they would have moved.

This is where SoE and FMS have advantage.... we are BO-CHUP.

Blair Witch (BW) continues to scream while everyone just invisibiliazes (new term) her. If we were in her territory, and you were to treat her like a ghost..... My first instinct is that a mop will come flying at your face. However, I think BW realised she could do no damage to us within the divine halls of the LT where her caste has been banished from, she left us alone. Did it end there? No.

Like all ghosts, banshees and screaming things, they have an ability known as HAUNTING. Every 5 minutes, she would pop her head into the LT and start screaming loudly again like her sons have all died, and hell broke loose. I began to wonder if the imaginary supervisor even existed, or that she was high on weed.

This went on, even until our lecturer came to start class, that was when she popped her head in, ready to unleash another barrage of vocal assault. Seeing the lecturer, her face distorted to a mixed reaction of shock and defeat, spelling a big letter "L" over the forehead. Realising the battle was lost, she retreated, grumbling some incantation that probably would make us choke on porridge. Our victory was a first, and clearly short-lived, as the demonic haunting of the BW will no doubt continue and reign supreme every Monday Morning when the sun would rise... and students would need to answer nature's call.

IMBA SUAN

Usually I don't post chat logs... and if I do, it better be good.


alfred. says:
is not forgot bah. is you didnt even know

hL says:
peiwen prolly gona dao me for life

alfred. says:
i thought she already did since sec 3

hL says:
no bah

hL says:
shes v nice can

hL says:
misses me alot

alfred. says:
yayaay

hL says:
lie to u for wd?!

alfred. says:
i got say you lie?

hL says:
go ahead lor kunge

hL says:
lelia dont miss u dosent mean peiwen dont miss me





..... and kuuun QQ-ed at 00:19

hL turns 18

Finally, a year comes round again.

While some call it independence day. It's actually my birthday.

Thanks everyone who sent wishes! my cool iphone sometimes dosent receive smses so not I want to dao you. but i didnt see it.

Special thanks to peiwen! FIRST sms, omg miss you~

and bestfren, for the blood & chocolate x)


*breaks down in tears @ brian's blog* im touched..


for those of you who havent wished me, i will zap you if you dont in the next 10 mins.

Vox Pops Chinaman

Just so you are clear, I am not racist. I just hate chinamen.

Today saw me in orchard walking around like crazy fool asking people what they thought of durian and alcohol.

Its ok to reject the interview, however, it is not ok to behave like a chinaman. This is what happens.


Me: "Hi, I'm doing my radio project, can I ask your views on ONE question?"
CM: "你说什么？这个是干什么的？" *points at my mic*

I realise comprehending my English might be rocket science for him. So I attempted to downgrade my IQ drastically, by like 500 points.

Me: "Er.. 我想访问你下关于个问题，那就是同时食用留连和酒有什么样的效果?"

Note here that this is probably the most complicated Chinese sentence I've constructed in my whole life. 17 years of my Chinese education was nurtured to perfect this question.

CM: "这个。。。现在是该讨论新加坡经济和发展的时间吧？到处人都没口饭吃而你还在这问留连和酒的关系？"

CM: "是应该讨论下如何扩大新加坡的人才和如何去喜迎外国人名来这发展经济。而不是讨论什么留连..."

At this point of time, I will admit I already was already clearly disengaged in the conversation, just merely nodding my head to make him feel comfortable. One should understand when an interviewer does that, its asking you to stfu and get lost.

However, does the china man know that?

No. He goes on this time adding more words I've never heard before in my life. He throws in a few badly enunciated words that sound like " WER PAMIT"and "BISA". He's like a Gatling gun, the more he talks the faster the rate of words spill out even though I clearly couldnt understand shit, but he was just rapping away trying like there was a word limit . I wanted to use my mic, hit him between the eyes and run off.

If you brought him to Sentosa, the merlion would be out of business. Saliva was just pouring out of his mouth as such a quick pace he would probably fill up a Olympic sized pool in seconds. The next thing you know hes criticizing the govt about work policies and unfair ethics. I did the best I could.... wait for him to stop for air then quicky say

" OK THANKS FOR YOUR TIME BYE! "

Wasted 2 minutes of my tape. Stewpid china men.



Thats like not the best. The china man continues to amaze me further....


As my group was interviewing others, we noticed the china man lurking around, approaching foreign expats. My first thesis was that he was trying to promote chairman mao, almost called the ISD to come tazer him. Fortunately most of the angmohs count give a damn about some guy who spoke like a duck and just shrugged him off.

My suspicions heightened when some angmohs stopped to talk to him. Clearly this is wrong. Someone who cannot pronounce your credit card company correctly obviously cannot speak to angmohs. And if he could.... why did he not do my interview? What did I do?

I stalked him.


Finally, I got so so so curious then I went to ask one of the angmohs whom he talked to. GUESS WHAT?

HE WAS ASKING THEM FOR MONEY. AND HE SPOKE IN ENGLISH.

I laughed so hard at him I swear he was staring back at me. To commemorate our successful CSI, my friend took a picture of him trying to suss money from some angmoh. Will post it later. Someone notify STOMP, " China beggar in orchard road? ".



Not i want say.. look at the way he stands....

weird dreams.

ok. I think this is really starting to get weird.

Having weird dreams recently, probably a sign of fluctuation in stress? =/

big hotel.plane.receptionists at every level.adobe rooms.3 a floor.plane.5 minutes.rushed off to pack.forgot phone.macbook.messaging system.clothes. awoken.

Education Policy

Each time you step into a new module its always something different. However, it seems like every semester, schools always manage to stuff some shitty modules in for god-knows what reasons.

Enter news-writing.

Let's be clear. I'm quite ok with writing, in fact can consider to like it. Maybe sometimes its the lecturers that play determinant in your likings for the module. Or maybe its the current topic the module is on, leads writing just sounds plain nonsense to me.

A lead is supposed to be something that introduces the story, and the subject of lead writing is supposed to function as a springboard to catapult your story in a logical, coherent and interesting manner. While lecturers say 90% of the time is spent on a lead, reporters at SPH probably will tell you thats something that comes out of a bull's anus. They do their leads in like... 5 seconds?

The purpose of learning this specific style of lead is, according to them, internationally recognized standard, but if you ask me the only place I see it in is Straits Times. Seems like different papers have different writing styles, and this module is a express-pass to join SPH.

I think its time someone re-looked at the curriculum.

There's something I forgot to mention in the last post when she was mentioned. Besides telling us the golden truth about clouds, she introduced herself with the following, verbatim. ( Butterfly style, credit given )

" I'm well-known for being merciful "

For someone teaching others to write leads, I don't think this is a very good one either. Who the hell introduces themselves with that statement? Is it me, or are a few of you getting the "Guan Yin Ma" image in your head already? I somehow get general consensus that we'll be begging for mercy so perhaps she think it might be better to set things straight.

Actually, many other modules are outdated and usually do not bear much resemblance to the modern industry standard. There is actually a difference in theory and when you start work there. If practical-based learning is what is encouraged, "Sai-Kang", "Office Politics" & "Horse Fart" should make up 25 credit each for they are far more important then any other module.

There is reason to believe the only reason why schools are setup is to keep people out of jail, and some get the privilege free to encourage prompt participation. ( Brian, stop smiling as you read this )

If I had it my way, I'd revoke it back to the shifu-tudi style. Some people leave schools with degrees as ignorant as when they went it, and some modules exist just so that the central air-con does not go to waste.

Not that I have anything against the lecturer, it just happens to be one of a few modules where you listen just so that you will pass.

There is of course a decent probability one of my lecturers is reading this by now, so perhaps my GPA this sem will be down by at least 0.5

On a much happier note, today saw 3 hours spent mahjong-ing with jerome. I dont think I have to elaborate further why its a happy note. When I get elected government, I will make it a public holiday.

Reflections on mistakes

I am going to write a beautiful story.

A few months into the year he knew he had made a mistake, and he did the worst thing you can do when you make a mistake.

He ignored it.

Pride, Willfulness, Obstinacy. He simply refused to bow to Shame and continued as if everything was just so wonderful.

A year into Sin, the pain began to set in, so bad it will leave scars. He contemplates again to jump Titanic, but the chill of the sea made him rethink. Out of nothing but sheer cowardice, he remained on board.....

One day he looked around, and saw the smiles on everyone else. It was like a hammer hitting a raw nerve as the flashbacks of the mask of joy he wore. It was like everything else but him was falling into place.... he was falling out.

Then came the undeniable question that some bright spark asked, igniting the gas laying in slumber for a year. It torched him with a burning question.. "What are you doing?"

As if burnt from the heat, he awakens, and the ivory mask shatters. The smile fades and the sting of Reality sets in. Suddenly, he realises is back where he began... L.O.S.T

For a few days, it was a blood moon as days turned to nights, and nights became longer nights. He was like a living zombie, perhaps not even living, but surviving. They call this the melancholy of a shattered dream.

Then, it struck him... A seemingly crazy idea, but it struck him anyway. What if... just what if... he turned back? He had only been with Sin for a year now. Yea, people might jaunt him. But what if he really did it? Would he have chosen the lesser of two evils?

He wrote to the head of Sin, and the reply he got paralleled that of the devil's advocate...

"You still have half a year left with us, even if you turn back... you have to finish your pact"

The mortification certainly was intense... One + Half years... wasted with Sin... This would clearly be a breaking point in his smooth sail.. It would transcend him behind those who were caught in the storm of last summer.... those who only were only 12 months captive.

At a loss for a words, and a loss of will, the days of a zombie returned. He probably hasnt truly smiled for close to a week now. Even his mother whom didnt know what he was Sin-ing in realised.

The key was clear now..... either he'd turn back, and waste a significant portion of his youth... or he could gamble... that he would rewire Titanic's fate..

He finally realised a few months folly could cost him so much.....it was precisely the reason why blind people would leap into canyons.

Again, he chose neither......

At the end of the day, he isn't really is strong as some people think he is. False Pretence does come with with a long price tag.

What else can you say? weakling



Today, he finally got inspired... For so long as his wretched life stank, no teacher ever taught what he could learn today.

"To succeed, you must be passionate in what you do"
"What happens to those who can't find their passion?"
"There's no one with no passion, its simply because they haven't found theirs"

For the first time in his life, he was totally silenced........ Like as shedded shell, there was just nothing to be said. The silence, was not but golden, but deafening.

suchtruthsuchlogicsuchsensesuchinfallibitysuchrighteousnesssuchsimplicity

All in one sentence.

It didnt even take him a few nanos to realise:

He hasn't seen clouds that dont make rain


And he was right all along, there was no need for a bible... for he had already found a living testament.

Chalet, nsrcc

A four day chalet. This also happens to have the most number of people.

Day 1
Met at Giant to get stuff. The rate we were grabbing things off the shelves made it look like there was a global nuclear embargo. So many items, infact, the barcode scanner spoilt, maybe we're just too good? *does the quanie just too good*

For your own safety, some obscene content has been removed to prevent retina bleeding.


It was as usual we arrived early to the chalet. The scent and view of it almost transcended a year back into time, it was as if nothing has changed.

Dusk falls. People flock in for the BBQ food. There were roughly twenty odd of us waiting to eat. I did my best to help cook the food,

I played mahjong.

Sweating by the BBQ pit was Hsien Zhe. Its amazing how u can get slave labour with a can of insecticide. If he was bbqing any slower I swear I would have sprayed the insecticide on him.

It wasn't long before the alcohol came out. I am proud to say I have great friends that love me and deal me great cards that entitle me to free vodka... thrice.in.a.row

I swear the alcohol set in so fast my stomach started burning. Had to chiong out to take fried rice and start eating and drinking like I was weeteck. Then came Brian.

Brian is a one-of-a-kind person. He silently goes into the kitchen and opens a bottle of whiskey. Then he comes out with a cup in his hand. Minutes later, he goes back in for more. I sensed something was wrong, so I asked him..


" Brian, how many cups liao? "
" One lah..."


Clearly something was wrong. Either our Black label evaporates faster then others or Brian was lying. 1/4 of the bottle was missing... LOL

It wasnt long before Brian went back into a kitchen. Suddenly a loud "PIANG" was heard...

Next thing I heard justin shouting


" BRIAN BROKE THE TEQUILA "


Everyone rushed in to see Brian with the head of the tequila bottle and a bleeding leg. He DROPPED the tequila. The whole kitchen stank of tequila.

Next thing we know he goes on like..


" Omg, HL I'm sorry! I feel damn bad "
" You have to like sell iPhones to buy the tequila!"


HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA

Then he starts singing and rapping out porn star's names, including juicy content like:


"NO! Thats not DAWN......I know because j... *Censored*"


Day 2

Followed Fat,Nat and ca to Fred Perry to change his shirt size.

Kind of makes you wonder how some people can charge like two hundered dollars just by putting one Prima Deli logo on the shirt.

Then we talk about things like Lacoste and Crocodile. Does the direction of that crocodile matter? Point left point right?

Proceeded to IKEA later to find wooden planks. The plan was simple:

1) Buy wood
2) Build raft
3) Sail out and get arrested by coast guard


I might officially be IKEA's dumbest customer when I asked the salesman:


"Erm, what kind of your wood floats the best?"


He replys that their wood never come into contact with water. LOL


Sadly, IKEA overcharges for the very same wood I could steal from some random bangala. So we left... However, as consolation we bought a huge umbrella as a sail.

Next stop was Giant... we were there not to buy stuff, but take cardboard boxes so we could build the raft. Cannot believe we had to resort to this LOL.

Yeap. We are poor


It was already night by the time we reached the chalet, and we began to build a prototype and assemble the raft.

This makes titanic look like a paper boat.

As you can see, every INCH is wrapped in tape. It took us a whole hour and 5 rolls of masking tape to do it. We ran a quick beta-test in the swimming pool after dark. LOL

Day 3

The day of reckoning has come. As the fans came to bid farewell.

Captain Nat and under his umbrella


Our slaves helped us to board the ship, as our on-board technician lele helps with the umbrella.


The one in blue is the lowest class

My fans left me a touching message. I almost cried and swam back to shore.


Aww.... so sweet.



Lost at sea...


Voyage Log:

1m - Captain Nat and I paddle hard against the currents, struggling to break water.
2m30s - We opened the umbrella to catch the wind, but it seemed like there was only a breeze
5m - Waves are getting stronger, I sturggle to balance the raft
6m30s - Things aren't looking good..... Water is already up to our waist...
10m - Captain Nat tries to be funny and inverts the umbrella on the water, then proceeds to try to stand
10m30s - Captain Nat fails and falls into the water, however, he swiftly climbs back up
12m - Water reaches our chest.... We pray for the best...
14m - The seasickness is hitting Nat, he loses his sanity and starts stabbing the umbrella to sink the ship
15m - Our parrot lele chirps from shore, helping us to find the wind direction
17m - The bird's efforts seem to be working... we are moving further from shore..
20m - The ship seems to be tearing apart... water is reaching our necks...
22m - The ship is 80% submerged in water... I give up... ABANDON SHIP!!
23m - Captain Nat is still on board, he seems to be like Titanic's Captain...
25m - We successfully free two floats from the sinking raft and paddle back to shore...
28m - We havent moved even a few metres from the raft.... the current... too huge...
32m - One big wave comes in.. water snorts up my nose. *cough* *ack*
35m - Shore seems still far away.... my arms are already numb...
42m - Finally, we reach shore... exhausted..

Fans rush eagerly to congratulate our success.... We know we're just too good?!

*does the quanie just too good*



Too good?!?

DOTI CRIES. YES!

This post is solely to glorify my acheivement.

9 words, 16 hour, doti cries.

YES! BEAT THAT BRIAN!

AND I DIDNT EVEN HAVE TO TOUCH HER.



PS: + free ice cream! Dont think I'll ever forget doti...

Power Outage

Yesterday happened to be a rather lucky day for me, so I shall recall its events.

Awoke in the at about noon time, when suddenly remembered had to meetup with this guy to trade him his two phones. It was still early, so I thought maybe could still play a round or two of dota.

Just when it was about to start, this loud "VROOOOM" came out.

My room has a total of 3 PCs running concurrently at any one time, + a fan. So the drastic decrease in amplitude makes the sound like that of an inverse of a roaring plane, almost like the detonation of an EMP.

I stared blankly at my monitor... which stared blankly back at me.

Power trip?

Went to check the fuses, nothing tripped. Double checked the lights, not working.

It took a full fifteen minutes for me and neighbours to realise the whole block had a power outage.

Then I realised, omg, time to deal with the guy. Took the phones, then pressed the lift button.

For the first time, I saw three lifts, all the LCD displays... blank.

HL BWGx

208 steps, I counted it all......................

The only other time I climbed all 13 floors, BAREFOOTED, was about 3 years back. When 500 dollars disappeared infront of my door.

It kinda makes you wonder a city like Singapore, will we survive the absence of voltage? I mean think about it, the first thing I thought of when I realised the power isnt going to come on for sometime was my handphone. How long will the battery last?

I mean picture this, life will almost be back to kampung days should SP decide to call a strike union. While JC ppl can continue to cry and attend their nerd lessons. Poly ppl conveniently forget to charge their laptops.

Come to realise, if everything that requires a V in the equation to work comes to naught, its as good as an island of 4 million starving people. I will be the first to sell recipies for bone marrows.

Then comes the evening.

It was a typical MSN convo, when I realised my S.E wont charge. For S.E owners you must already be familiar with the art of plugging in the charger at different angles and strength. It just so happens my cool charger wont supply VOLTS, I swear I plugged it in and out so many times that it can be considered sex.




Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious fix for my S.E's fault
While I nodded, neck perspiring,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
A beeping on my MSN door.
"'Tis some visitor?" I muttered,
Only that and nothing more.

Deep into the night I went fixing,
Fixing the my S.E's unfixable flaw,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
In the darkness I stood staring, staring at my PC's log.
My eyes widened, for tis's no ordinary log!
It was like screams echoing from the toture hall
"Imposssible!" I uttered.
May'b its nothing but the alcohol!


Gasping and panting, I looked once more.
Clearly now, its' truth like a lore.
I stumbled quickly to hit the keys
But it was too late, I collapsed to my knees.
" NOOOOOO, SURELY THIS CANNOT BE!!"
How could they even think of putting me a frame!?
Quoth the MSN: You can blame.




What's the best thing? Next morning, the S.E comes alive. 750 dollars down the drain....

9th of march.

Remember Pan's Labrynith?

He smashed his watch, so his son would know his exact time of death, 22:09



Its been a full year..... my watch has finally started ticking again.

This time, its alright, i'll give my gun away when its loaded (:


Finally, I can let go.

mas selamat

Usually I have a problem waking up, because there seems to be no alarm clock thats loud enough. What makes this whole thing queer is that whenever an SMS comes, I automatically awaken.

So today what greeted me was not some lame text, but a picture of a man. This instantly caught my attention. "Mas Selemat bin Kasatri, please call 999 if you see him".

This should be the final straw to demonstrate why our local police agency is like Mars. Intelligent lifeform is absent.

I was having this really casual talk over lunch with my mum when the subject of this man came into the crossfire. Much as I'd like to call it casual talk, it is really an exchange of argumentation, anymore intent to be considered smear campaign.

Call me hero, but I'm one of the few media students that dont even give my daily time to the media, that means I do not read newspapers. Clearly, when I got my content feed from her, it made the whole thing sound ridiculously absurd.

First, a half-handicapped man manages to escape from a high security detention compound leaving almost no traces. This is obviously an inside job. I do not see him having ability to scale 3 metre high walls with his limping leg.

Next, the media unleashes the truth. (or what WE think is true) This inturn generates fear, and the competence of the SPF is put on trial.

The third intelligent move will be to put road-blocks and begin to check. No doubt this hinders the terrorist, but you also hinder the rest of your citizens.

The final straw comes with this MMS. Bet your house on it, "999" is going to be the next hotline. Everyone will think they have seen a terrorist.

Nothing sounds wrong? Now, I just want you to think... think really hard. If YOU were a terrorist. What will you do?

Ask me. First thing I'd do is to generate fear, and that's already being done for me by the SPF.

Fear controls the crowd. It is what keeps you, me and everyone else in check. Look back in history, the most powerful rulers reigned with an iron fist. Fear is terrorism feeds on. If everyone walked into the MRT not giving a damn about it blowing up, I do not see a point in them massacring to get front page news. Everyday Mas Selmat makes headlines, this saves JI some really good money. Advertising is getting competitive nowadays.

Next. I will keep the SPF busy, while waiting for the hype to die down.

Now clearly this has also already been done for me. You will less officers on the road and more of them on the phone. Anymore of these MMS being sent out and you probably can have a chat line.

"Hi, I'm ASP Wong, have you ALSO seen Mas?"


Besides being a nuisance to the general public, do you think that incredible spot-check along roads is of use? Any terrorist that has ability to Michael Scofield certainly will not be retarded enough to be caught in your regular roadblock. What you will find is probably a driver and a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

Racism aside, the next thing you will come to realise that putting a picture of him is no good idea. This being that his skin colour and facial features happen to correspond with one of the minority races amongst our multi-racial nation.

Someone's dad will not be coming home for Nasi Lemak tonight. I told him that goatee was a no-no.


Imagine imagine. You have a sick mouse amongst many others in your cage.

Do you sweep your hand, grab a few to examine? Or would you rather look and tell which one's not moving normally?