its time for a new beginning…

bye world.

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randoms.

Well this weekend was a waste. I cannot go out for long, because of my *ahem* commitments. Which roughly translates to cancelling the numerous outings.

Which totally downs my mood for blogging. All I can think of is to write down ten random thoughts I’m having now.

1) When will I be meeting my friends again? AJC, SCSS?

2) I want to go kbox soon!

3) I have to stop procrastinating and go exercise soon.

4) I’m super full, but I’m already thinking of eating. ):

5) Oh my god, I have to ensure the new office stench tml.

6) Shit, I forgot to buy the air fresherners!

7) I should have utilized this weekend to read the Art of War that I just bought…

Argh! Cloud in silver lining: At least I got something to read when I am on duty this Tuesday.

9) I’m suddenly offended by expats (the westerners, esp aussies) in Singapore. Who thinks our English is abysmal. That’s such a generalization, and fyi, the reason I used the punctuations that way is cos I thought the presentation was informal, and aesthetics was more important!

10) I’m excited about university already! Even though I have more than a year left…

shagged.

Wow I’m on, yo. After the mahjong post, I played mahjong two days in a row, both days till the wee hours in the morning. SUPER SHAGGED. Lost both times though, I think I’m not lucky this month (what with the falling sick zzz)

Seira came down on Sunday! After the birthday celebration with the clique (which me and wenzhu self sacrificed by giving an awesome jacket to nelson, damn it, means we cant buy alr), I went over to find Fitrina and Seira for supper. Following which, we went to my house for mahjong, which Jun Xiang came along to be the fourth ka (yes, jx and I were also at the birthday celebration as well)! Damn fun la, the random catching ups to do.

It was the sleeping part that was annoying. Imagine four people squeezed on a queen sized bed. We had to sleep horizontally, and being the tall and long-legged person, my lower limbs almost went limp after one hour hanging out of the edge of the bed. Couldn’t stand it in the end, so I went outside to sleep on my comfortable living room sofa. Which I slept until 5am, and saw Fitrina studiously waking up to memorize for her weighted presentation. WOW hardworking!

Yup, so after that we all went for breakfast as Macs. My parents tagged along and treated all of us (:

In conclusion: I’m tired. But in the nice way (:

Itchy Fingers!

My mind has this recurring thought that is haunting me.

WHEN AM I GOING TO MAHJONG?!

Come on, people! Lets get together for some mahjongz. In fact, I think I’m going to call Fitrina, Jun Xiang, and Chuan De now. (:

BTW, I had a nice family bonding session on Thurday night – by mahjonging. What the hell man, my dad got into a damn lucky streak. He retained ownership of the dice (lian zhuang) like eight times in a row, but you know, by what-the-freak winning with the max (wu tai)  eight times  in a row! Mcnuggets.

P.S.: You know that you have slight obsessive compulsive disorder if you type numerals under 10 as numbers, only to proof read the entire document again to change it to words, cos that’s proper english.

the past and the future.

While surfing youtube today, I had the sudden urge to listen to some old school music, yo. Do you remember…

I am Prof Calamitous!

Jimmy Neutron’s Storywriter is one smart person. He managed to identify my character type, Prof Calamitous (a.k.a. Prof C).

You see, Prof C is an individual with above average capabilities and gifted with foresight and the knack of inferring and internalizing information and knowledge fast. However, therein lies his shortcoming. Because he acknowledges the fact that is processes information fast, he gets overconfident and ends up taking the wrong course of action in life. Case and Point, #1.

Prof C is also extremely impulsive and inevitably disregards the feelings of others, once he has set his mind to executing his often rash decisions.In doing so, Prof C oftens screws up more often than not, and plans that could be perfect, plans that are delicate, would end up slightly less successful than a slug trying to make its way from Singapore to USA. Slightly only.

It is particularly poignant to note his inability to adhere to a more fluid mindset, as well as his asinine focus on the mundane and insignificant as opposed to concentrating on the bigger picture. For example, and a really bad one that happens to put my point across, would be how in his ongoing pursuit for world domination, he would be more preoccupied on the multi-step ways to obilerate an opponent (Push off mountain, get scratched by trained eagles along the way, before finally stabbed by the horns of yaks that had to be herded to the bottom of mountain, etc) as opposed to the upkeep and security of his one-shot-kill-all laser cannon. Sucker he is, this misguided octogenearian (not sure of this, but this is a terribly impressive looking word, so in it goes!).

It is also that cavalier attitude that Prof C retains that augments his failure. You see, Prof C has a “heck it” attitude. He is simply too caught up in his grandoise ideals and plans that sometimes he loses sight of reality. That crazy person, Prof C. By virtue (or lack thereof) of this attitude, he would portray himself as inferior to others. Which is perfectly not the case, as his well connected synapses can conclude quickly; for it is his appearance and his blatant devil-may-care portrayal that ends up reflecting his positive traits to amount to nothing more than say, a discarded candy wrapper of a particularly disgusting sweet.

Lastly, the coup de grace that tops all of Prof C’s shortcomings: his ability to not complete anything. Yes, this pwns it all. Even if Prof C manages to overcome most of his other negative habits, he will also accomplish shit if he does not see his plans to fruition. This, coupled with the ever-present procrastination bug, will severely delibitate one, forcing a sidestep, and possible, a complete halt in life.

The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide on what you want. -Ben Stein

In short,  Prof C must learn to decide for himself what he truly wants. He must also ground himself in reality, and not be too carried away by this accelerating thoughts.

the fragile entity known as life.

Life- full of ups and downs. Life- resplendent with emotional upheavals and bittersweet memories. Life- so overwhelming and yet so weak.

RIP to Goh Shengyao. We were but aquaintances. We would nod our heads at each other if we passed by the other. A simple smile was the norm if we crossed paths. We conversed, albeit as aquaintances. Despite these, fate has decreed you as a part of my life. My heart goes out to your loved ones. Goodbye, my friend.

Life seems transient. I want to treasure it, but first, I will have to understand what is my interpretation of life. The growing up process is part of my life.

Ok my language is holymama dead to the max can. This crap I can also type out now. Must get in sync with the language man in me.

or so it seems.

This post was supposed to be the philosophical waxing that ends my long hiatus.

Alas,

the inspiration apparently runs shallow; it has all but seeped upon the first alphabet.

Another time then.

 

Perhaps.

parental “guidance”

Please, people, the next time you have kids, please do not force them to do something they they do not want to do. WHY THE FUCK DID I LISTEN TO MY PARENTS TO TAKE FUCKING SCIENCE STREAM?! I hate them to the core. They ruined my future, man. From never having to worry about my studies, now I may not even have a chance to go to university. BIG FUCK IS IT, ENGINEERING! Even if I take a engineering degree under constant duress and parental pressure, I would fucking burn the degree and just commit suicide, hell no, I would not be caught dead in a lifetime behind machines and equations. FUCK! I’m ranting now, but its fucking true, I will bring the eternal damnation and regret of the science stream to my grave.

too good to be true.

Life has a way of whacking you straight on the nuts when you are on a roll. It’s reality’s way of telling you to awaken and get a grip on what’s going on around you.

Just when I thought I had a new lease on life, the past comes to bite me in the ass. WTFFF.

When will the past come undone, shackles bind to dissolve to none?

OMGG. But thank god I got great friends. 4E1′06, 25/07, ODAC.