 The End of One Journey is the Start of Another Been a long time since I updated. Since I have nothing better to do between spamming resumes and kicking butt in DOTA, I suppose I should revive this almost dead blog. GRADUATED... unofficially for now. Part of the reason why the previous post was dated 5th February. [What? It has been THAT long already?] It's a miracle that blogger didn't just delete my blog all together. Anyway, I've been super busy since February. As if 2 assignments for each of my 5 modules wasn't enough, [luckily maths didn't have assignments] they had to throw in an additional Final Year Project too. Practically became lovers with my laptop for these 3 months, it being the first thing I look for when I wake up and the last thing I turn off before I go to bed. And that is crazy even by MY crazy gaming standards. But it's finally all over now. And I finally have some time to breathe. In fact, lots of time to breathe now. Reaching the end of your study life is like a double-edged sword. On one hand you feel relieved that it's all over, but once the joy of closure dies down, you suddenly realise that you are effectively lost with no direction or goals to focus your efforts on. Speaking of exams, I suppose my dream of getting straight As is probably still just gonna be a dream. The papers this year were full of unexpected stunts from the examiners, even though we are the last batch of students taking these modules before they do a major overhaul of the subjects. I'm suspecting that it's a big conspiracy that they are trying to make more students fail this year so that they have to retake the modules that we have taken, which will probably not be available to the next batches of students, hence have more modules and thus squeezing more money from us. Anyway, failure is not an option for this old man. And definitely not something that I will be expecting to see on my result slips. I'm still praying for a repeat of my past 2 years straight A results, but the possibility of a couple of Bs popping up is very very high. Hopefully they won't prevent me from attaining my first class honours. Hopefully... Anyone wants to employ me? I'll be a good little employee. I promise. Been spamming resumes to potential companies in the IT sector hoping that one of them might decide that they needed someone like me. So far I have only secured one interview, which was 1 day after my final paper no less, but since then they haven't gotten back to me and I've almost given up hope on them. Anyone have any job lobangs for a fresh grad looking for a web development or systems development job? Or even better a job in the gaming industry? [Yes, I'm that shameless, blatantly advertising myself in the open] Almost all of those IT companies I've seen so far are looking for a person with at least 1 or 2 years experience in the relevant fields. Hello? In that case who is gonna hire us fresh grads? And were are we supposed to gain 1 to 2 years experience in an industry that requires minimum 1 to 2 years experience? Boredom. The Brother of Invention. Since Necessity and Laziness have taken up the mother and father roles, I hereby add 1 more member to the Invention family. Boredom. When you are sitting at home, sick and tired of spamming resumes but at the same time don't really feel like playing games, you start to imagine. And imagination begets invention. Ok, granted this is not something entirely new, and I have done this many a time, but still, creating something out of nothing is still considered inventing. Since I suck at the art of, well, art, I've become more inclined to prefer using a mouse rather than a pencil. On a computer screen u can adjust the angles of shapes and lines and have that all important ctrl Z undo function literally at your fingertips. Not being a student of language nor arts, I understand that some people might feel that both my drawings and literature suck. Well, too bad. I like killing time by drawing random stuff on my computer. And I love making poems out of my drawings. It gives that additional spice to the picture you know. So without further ado, I present to you my latest creation. The Fallen Angel.  Anyhow written on May 31, 2010 at 5:04 PM
0 bored people said something about this  SIM DWZ Dance Crew will be collaborating with NUS to bring you a talent extravaganza 'Emerge 2010', which will be held on the evening of 13 March 2010 at Zirca [The old MOS]. Please do come down and support if you have the time. Tickets will be going on sale soon!! And this would probably be the last time I'll be dancing for awhile. After this I'll probably go find a cave somewhere in Bukit Timah hill and hide there with all my books and notes until the exams. It's been a long time since I last blogged. As in really penned down what is happening around me. Nothing much to really blog about anyway. Life is getting monotonous. Dance seems to be the only colour left in my life. And even that last glance of the rainbow is gonna disappear soon. I've passed down my duties as the Finance Manager of the club. And the Zirca performance will probably the last performance I'll be doing with the club before I graduate from SIM. Hopefully, with my first class honours. Jiayou DWZ. you've got much younger and talented dancers than this old man now. Not that I had any dope-ness to begin with. Other than dance days, the only thing that I see every day from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep is my laptop screen and the pile of books and notes on my table. 5 assignments down. But there's 5 more to go. Not forgetting my Final Year Project. And I haven't even started studying for my exams yet. Which are like just less than 3 months away. Life? No, it seems I don't have one now. I'm a perfectionist. I hate being second-best. But in actual fact, I'm just a Jack of all trades and a Master of none. With so many things piling up, I hope I can keep up to my own expectations. And yet I still can't find the speedy, confident stride that I used to have in the last 2 years. Maybe I really AM getting old. Why do I feel like the more I try to climb higher, further back down I fall? Had good fun with the crazy DWZ people at yesterday's Zirca practice at The Sail @ Raffles Quay. But behind the facade of all the smiles and laughter, there's still something eating away inside of me. Don't ask me what. Cos I would love to know the answer to that question too. I think it's time to change my blog song. Been quite awhile since I've been playing "Dance With My Father". Just love the raw emotions from these songs. If only I could be able to sing them with my body. So I'm going to change it to my current favourite song, "Papers" by Usher. Yes, I love emo songs. So bite me. I don't recognise the person staring back at me from the mirror anymore. Can someone help me find myself? Anyhow written on Feb 5, 2010 at 8:18 PM
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6 bored people said something about this Have been really busy recently with school work, dance and other stuff to update my blog. 2009 has been a year of many ups and downs and as such I can't really decide on whether to call it a good year or a bad one. But one thing's for sure, I finally got my iPhone. Yeay. Been feeling rather down these couple of days. I'm drowning in my assignments and project but I can't seem to find the motivation to get going. Why is the final lap always the hardest and most tiring? What ever happened to the simple joys in life? Even dance doesn't seem to be able to perk me up anymore. Zirca performance is coming, and I should be getting more hyped but that's not the case. I can't find the motivation to push further, to word harder, to get stronger. Sometimes I just feel like I'm boxed up in a huge glass box. Being able to see everyone stroll past but at the same time feeling so alone in my own restricted freedom. Maybe it's that time of the month again. Maybe I'm just PMSing. Maybe I'm just thinking too much. I don't konw why but I always have these random sudden bouts of emo that will just come right out of the blue and get stuck in my head for a few days. I guess this is one of those times. And so far the cure has been just to leave the emo kid alone long enough until he wakes up and realises that there no point feeling this way. And suddenly the emo boy will transform back to his former cheerful glorious self. Strength is not a measure of power when you are at your peak. It is a measure of will when you are at your weakest. Anyhow written on Jan 21, 2010 at 1:30 PM
2 bored people said something about this Singlish - The Most Efficient Way To Use Words La Li Leh Lor Lu. Sounds familiar? Take a short walk down the busy streets of Singapore and you will easily notice that Singapore has it's own very special language that is totally unique to any where else in the world. We're talking about Singlish lor. Singaporeans, living in a multi-racial country with residents that cover the complete colour range from white to black and everything in-between, love to mix and match anything and everything that they can get their hands on. Be it food, language and even clothes, which can sometimes go horribly wrong. Just like our infamous local dish 'Rojak', the Singaporean version of the unhealthy salad, where anything and everything from fruits to condiments to deep fried stuff is chucked into a single bowl and tossed about for a few minutes then magically it becomes a ready-to-serve local specialty dish, Singlish is the result of thousands of years of perfecting the art of mixing and matching all forms of languages to be able to express ourselves in the most efficient way possible. Here are a few comparisons of how Singlish helps everyone save their voices. [And for those of you who do not know of the word 'chim', it means 'very profound'] English: "Excuse me, may I borrow your pen for a moment?" Chim-glish: "Sorry to interrupt, but would you be so accommodating as to furnish me with your writing apparatus for three winks?" Singlish: "Paiseh, lend ah!" ---------- English: "Is anything bothering you?" Chim-glish: "My intuition is telling me that you are showing a hint of agitation as a result of some disconsolate events." Singlish: "Ho Seh Bo?" ---------- English: "Come on! You know it won't be as fun without you!" Chim-glish: "Don't be a killjoy! Your participation in this event is highly anticipated." Singlish: "Go lah!" ---------- And of course, what language would be complete without our all time favourites, the swear words English: "Fuck!" Chim-glish: "Holy Mother of God!" Singlish: "Sial Lah, Kan Ni Na Beh Cao Jee Toad Bye Bye Macham Barbie Pondeh~!" Anyhow written on Nov 13, 2009 at 3:45 PM
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5 bored people said something about this Here's something from an email I received recently which managed to tickle my funny bone. Seriously, if these people can become lawyers, I think I can be the next President of the USA... These are from a book called Disorder in the Court, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place. _______________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active? WITNESS: No, I just lie there. _______________________________________________ ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all? WITNESS: Yes. ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory? WITNESS: I forget. ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot? ________________________________________________ ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning? WITNESS: He said, 'Where am I, Cathy?' ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you? WITNESS: My name is Susan. ________________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning? WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam? ________________________________________________ ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-one-year-old, how old is he? WITNESS: Uh, he's twenty-one. ________________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken? WITNESS: Are you shittin' me? ________________________________________________ ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th? WITNESS: Yes. ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time? WITNESS: Uh... I was getting laid! ________________________________________________ ATTORNEY: She had three children, right? WITNESS: Yes. ATTORNEY: How many were boys? WITNESS: None. ATTORNEY: Were there any girls? WITNESS: Your Honor, I think I need a different attorney. Can I get a new attorney? ________________________________________________ ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated? WITNESS: By death. ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated? WITNESS: Now whose death do you suppose terminated it? ________________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual? WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard. ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female? ________________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney? WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work. ________________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people? WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people. Would you like to rephrase that? ________________________________________________ ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to? WITNESS: Oral. ________________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body? WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.. m. ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time? WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on him. ________________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample? WITNESS: Huh.... are you qualified to ask that question? ________________________________________________ --- And the best for last: --- ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse? WITNESS: No. ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure? WITNESS: No. ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing? WITNESS: No. ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy? WITNESS: No. ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor? WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar. ATTORNEY: I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless? WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law... ________________________________________________ Now somebody tell me why am I studying IT again?? Anyhow written on Oct 20, 2009 at 3:50 AM
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