Notable mentions; SISPEC (for the physical difficulty)
Best Periods of my life (In chronological order, not in order of merit)
- Backpacking in Europe
- Year 3 at B4
- EHOC 2009
- NS, esp at 7SIB & SI
- Secondary School, esp Sec 3 & 4
- Primary 3
Notable mention: Whenever I'm working on a video, or singing choral parts, or cycling (when I was still fit), or reading.
In a way I'm thankful for both. The good times are what we want to live for. But the bad times grow your character. Even though I've not fully recovered from the whole disaster that was 2010 Jan-Jun, I have to say it was the most effective in correcting my hubris.
I know one of my fatal flaws is pride. I always think I am better, or can do something better, or am smarter, etc... Doing terribly for my PSLE did nothing to correct this, as did my mediocre O & A level results, the supposed failure of several important pet projects like Extreme, School Functions, being a below average cell leader, etc... 2010 certainly did the most to correct this errant behavior, but it's not without side effects. I guess one of the biggest blows, is to my ability to dream, to hope, to have a vision and to have the courage to pursue it. I'm slowly getting better, but I still have a long way to go.
Thursday, October 03, 2013, 3:18 AM |
50 What Ifs
50. What if I had not left Spawt?
49. What if I chose OL9?
48. What if I had chosen to do Videography full-time?
47. What if I had decided to do Events?
46. What if I had decided not to do HighLife camp?
45. What if I had decided not to do flag?
44. What if I had decided to go Tembusu?
43. What if I did not join EW?
42. What if I had not moved to B403?
41. What if I had applied and gone for an internship instead?
40. What if I just gave up EHOC then?
39. What if I had asked for help?
38. What if I left aside the idea of a precamp?
37. What if I had let Neeti head?
36. What if I were more rational, and did not reject all advice for me not to take 5 cores in a semester, let alone with that much other commitments?
35. What if I did not carry out my "All-in" gamble?
34. What if I had chosen different vice heads?
33. What if I had a smaller ego and was less sure of myself?
32. What if I had managed to talk Jerryl into remaining as my vice head?
31. What if I had applied for JCRC VP, or even P instead?
30. What if I had turned down heading D&D?
29. What if I had the ball to apply for head, instead of vice?
28. What if I had chosen to prioritize Managerial Accounting over Physical Chemistry?
27. What if I applied for EW in year 1?
26. What if I did not apply for D&D comm?
25. What if I had went for Scamp? Or Science O week?
24. What if I had chosen to stay in Ridge View?
23. What if I had chosen Sheares or KE7?
22. What if Nigel didn't ask me to room with him?
21. What if I had accepted NTU's offer?
20. What if I had applied for Business?
19. What if I chose Literature over Chemistry?
18. What if I pursued V, regardless of the circumstances.
17. What if I said no to serving in NS ministry?
16. What if I had chosen far but slack, instead of letting Xavier decide for me?
15. What if I had chosen not broken up with her, but instead try to work things out?
14. What if I had ran for council?
13. What if I had chosen Physics over Literature?
12.What if I had chosen Arts over Science?
11. What if I had gone to Poly instead?
10. What if I had chosen TPJC or SRJC instead?
09. What if I had made it to VJC?
08. What if I had decided to properly date B (instead to the neither here nor there relationship we had)?
07. What if I had tried harder to bring Darren back to church?
06. What if I had decided not to serve in cell ministry?
05. What if I had put in more effort to stay in contact with Hendric?
04. What if I got into Wushu instead of Choir?
03. What if I made it to Victoria School? Or ACSI?
02. What if I had put in more effort to stay in contact with Billy & Desmond?
01. What if I decided to stay on in TPS?
This is all pretty personal to me. I guess my blog has been sufficiently dead with no traffic for me to blog about this. I've always wondered 2 things; If life were like a video game, and we could retry starting from various checkpoints or save points, 1. would I still have made the same choice I made at any of these 50 points of my life (without prior knowledge of the results of the decision)? Or 2. How different life would be if I had deliberately chosen the alternate pathways, knowing what I know now?
Honestly, I don't mind being single at my current stage of life, even though most of my friends are attached, with quite a number getting married. But I just feel slightly sad that most of my close friends are slowly becoming only friends, through no one's fault. I'm not bitter that their significant others become a much larger part of their life, it's the way that it should be. I'm just a bit... I remember having this conversation with a very good friend watching kids going to school at 6am, that friends will eventually drift away, esp when they get attached. I was in denial then, but I guess I knew how this would happen eventually, esp since this had alr happened with a number of my close friends. And while I'm happy you found happiness with your new significant other, esp after all the shit you've been through, I guess I'm just kinda sad that we are slowly drifting apart...
Thursday, August 01, 2013, 12:44 AM |
1. Make things up. Suppose, in the Peruvian economy argument, you are trying to prove that Peruvians are underpaid, a position you base solely on the fact that YOU are underpaid, and you are not going to let a bunch of Peruvians be better off. DON'T say: "I think Peruvians are underpaid. " Say instead: "The average Peruvian's salary in 1981 dollars adjusted for the revised tax base is $1,452.81 per annum, which is $836.07 before the mean gross poverty level. "
NOTE: Always make up exact figures. If an opponent asks you where you got your information, make THAT up too. Say: "This information comes from Dr. Hovel T. Moon's study for the Buford Commission published on May 9, 1982. Didn't you read it? " Say this in the same tone of voice you would use to say, "You left your soiled underwear in my bathroom. "
2. Use meaningless but weighty-sounding words and phrases. Memorize this list: Let me put it this way In terms of Vis-a-vis Per se As it were Qua So to speak You should also memorize some Latin abbreviations such as "Q. E. D. ", "e. g. ", and "i. e. " These are all short for "I speak Latin, and you don't. " Here's how to use these words and phrases. Suppose you want to say, "Peruvians would like to order appetizers more often, but they don't have enough money. " You never win arguments talking like that. But you WILL win if you say, "Let me put it this way. In terms of appetizers vis-a-vis Peruvians qua Peruvians, they would like to order them more often, so to speak, but they do not have enough money per se, as it were. Q. E. D. " Only a fool would challenge that statement.
3. Use snappy and irrelevant comebacks. You need an arsenal of all-purpose irrelevant phrases to fire back at your opponents when they make valid points. The best are: You're begging the question. You're being defensive. Don't compare apples to oranges. What are your parameters? This last one is especially valuable. Nobody (other than engineers and policy wonks) has the vaguest idea what "parameters " means. Don't forget the classic: YOU'RE SO LINEAR. Here's how to use your comebacks: You say: As Abraham Lincoln said in 1873... Your opponent says: Lincoln died in 1865. You say: You're begging the question. You say: Liberians, like most Asians... Your opponent says: Liberia is in Africa. You say: You're being defensive.
4. Compare your opponent to Adolph Hitler. This is your heavy artillery, for when your opponent is obviously right and you are spectacularly wrong. Bring Hitler up subtly. Say, "That sounds suspiciously like something Adolph Hitler might say," or "You certainly do remind me of Adolph Hitler. "
I wish I had what I need
To be on my own
'Cause I feel so defeated
And I'm feeling alone
And it all seems so helpless
And I have no plans
I'm a plane in the sunset
With nowhere to land
And all I see
It could never make me happy
And all my sand castles
Spend their time collapsing
And I feel stuck
Watching history repeating
Yeah, who am I?
Just a kid who knows he's needy
Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
And let that be enough
Tuesday, November 29, 2011, 6:52 AM |
Directory of Links for DSLR Tutorials on Videomaking
Tips on Picture Composition
http://vimeo.com/27627363 (Depth of Field)
http://vimeo.com/28669523 (Colour - White Balance, White Balance Shift, Picture profile)
Tips and Tutorials about Focus and Lenses
http://vimeo.com/27769503 (Aperture, Focal Length, Follow Focus)
http://vimeo.com/27627363 (Choice of Lens to use: Prime Lenses)
http://vimeo.com/12936349 (A Guide to Canon Lenses)
http://vimeo.com/13140360 (Choice of Lens to use: for Event Coverage)
http://vimeo.com/13533155 (Tilt/Shift Lens)
Tips and Tutorials about Audio and Microphones
http://vimeo.com/13715848 (In Camera, Shotgun (directly plugged in), Directional with Wireless LAV and Field recorder)
Tips and Tutorials about Other Equipment
http://vimeo.com/26869155 (Monopod: Manfrotto 561 BHDV-1)
http://vimeo.com/27769503 (Zacuto Z-Finder, Cinevate Cyclops, Small HD DP6, Zacuto EVF)
http://vimeo.com/15359451 (EOS stabilizer)
If you had, one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted One moment
Would you capture it?
Or just let it slip
So lose yourself in the moment.
Never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to go
Some opportunities comes only once in a lifetime
- Adapted from Lose Yourself by Marshall Mathers
Saturday, October 29, 2011, 10:04 AM |
Sigh! I really wish I had more time, or rather more discipline to accomplish all I have before me, and all I want to do in the next month or so! There is my essay on Quantum Theory due on friday, a Concert Report due next week, a Project & Presentation on Social Class and Gender issues in Singaporean film due tomorrow, vetting through 2 sets of games proposals and coming up with 2 workshops ASAP (among other Camp Comm responsibilities), and the 3 Videos I have due this week that I have barely started! This is in addition to studying a test in 2 weeks, and for Finals!
I also dearly want to research and write about the occupy movement, and critique the GOP presidential candidates, make a detailed analysis of Obama's term, and get involved in nanowrimo! Sigh! How.... so much to do and so little time...
Wednesday, October 26, 2011, 7:17 AM |
Put your faith in what you most believe in; Family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see
Softly tread the sand below your feet now
Raise your head up
Lift high the load
Take strength from those that need you
Build high the walls
Build strong the beams
A new life is waiting
But danger's no stranger here
Tuesday, October 18, 2011, 7:31 AM |
I guess one of the bigger news these days are the Occupy Wall Street movement which as been spreading to other parts of the US and the world including Singapore (Occupy Raffles Place)
I agree with the principle behind the original wall street protest (the 99%), but the point of such occupation/ protesting and/or picketing is useless and ineffective. All it does in my opinion is waste more governmental resources when the police have to intervene to uphold public peace (like the Occupy Boston, who flouted laws and regulation which resulted in the police having to arrest them for unlawfully occupying a park at 2am) The police also have not been handling this situation well too as can be seen from what they have been doing in the occupy wall street, but that's another thing altogether.
In contrast to the 99%, there is another movement called the 53% which is much more moderate and logical. Comparing the 99% movement to the 53% movement, what I see is the people supporting the 99% movement are people who just want to blame someone else for their problems and not doing anything to solve their own situation. They are those looking for a quick fix and blaming the wealthy is a very good solution for them at this moment. the 53% on the other hand is actively doing something constructive to rise above their situation, instead of just protesting, boycotting and occupation of public spaces (and being a nuisance along the way)
I don't believe the situation in Singapore, be it economical social or political, is as desperate as US. We don't face the problems facing the American 99%. Our unemployment is at 2.1% compared to their 9.1%. We don't have their housing problems (our houses are not being foreclosed. even if undesirable, almost all Singaporeans have a place to call home). Quality medical care is available to us via governmental policies like Medisave and Medishield. Other than the Indonesian haze, I think we suffer from very little pollution.
In my opinion, since we do not have the same motivation as the Americans to stage such an occupation, and such initiative here is merely a copycat jumping on the bandwagon!
It's always sad to see good friendships go bad, even if you're not involved personally, it's still just sad...
Thursday, September 01, 2011, 4:09 AM |
He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens, as close a heartbeat or a song on our lips. Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him. Someday He'll call us and we will come running and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray,
"I want to fall in love with You"
Tuesday, August 30, 2011, 11:14 AM |
I don't mean to be mean but this is excruciating! If all the singing is cut out, this performance will be much better!
I am an INFP, the Dreamer personality type. And this is why I think I'm both good and bad at doing what I love. I love to envision something spectacular in my mind's eye, be it an event or story. I love to just sit back and think... But that is why I can never be satisfied with what I do, because nothing I can do can match up with what I can imagine...
Wednesday, July 27, 2011, 3:12 AM |
Sticks & Stones
Buddy you’re a boy
Make a big noise playing in the street
Gonna be a big man someday
You got blood in your face, big disgrace
Kicking your can all over the place
Keep the beat up, why, I’m gonna turn your heat up
Gonna get you on the floor, gonna burn your feet up
Rocking you like I never rocked you before
Like the way I do got you screaming for more
We causing utter devastation
When we stepping to the place
And better believe that you can see
We’re gonna rock and never stop
And here we go again
Hit you with the flow again
Kick it up the second time around
We’ll bring it on again – shout it out
Buddy, you’re an old man, poor man
Pleading with your eyes
Gonna make you something someday
You got mud on your face, big disgrace
Somebody better put you back in your place
Monday, June 20, 2011, 11:43 AM |
To a 2-L jacketed round reactor vessel (reactor #1) with an overall heat transfer coefficient of about 100 Btu/F-ft2-hr, add ingredients one, two and three with constant agitation.
In a second 2-L reactor vessel with a radial flow impeller operating at 100 rpm, add ingredients four, five, six, and seven until the mixture is homogenous.
To reactor #2, add ingredient eight, followed by three equal volumes of the homogenous mixture in reactor #1. Additionally, add ingredient nine and ten slowly, with constant agitation.
Care must be taken at this point in the reaction to control any temperature rise that may be the result of an exothermic reaction. Using a screw extrude attached to a #4 nodulizer, place the mixture piece-meal on a 316SS sheet (300 x 600 mm).
Heat in a 460K oven for a period of time that is in agreement with Frank Johnston's first order rate expression (see JACOS, 21, 55), or until golden brown. Once the reaction is complete, place the sheet on a 25C heat-transfer table, allowing the product to come to equilibrium.
Friday, June 10, 2011, 6:55 AM |
Sweet dreams are made of these
Weird dream! I dreamt that I was in the middle of physically coordinating some logistics for a short film (which somehow involves an actual sports car) when a friend (Donno who) asks me to act in his/her film. After loads of emotional blackmail, I agreed, only to find out that I had to shoot my scene in an hour, and that my part contained a bloody difficult Spanish opera in a high tenor register, that I learn and memorize in an hour, and my voice was far from warmed up! Then during my warmup, I woke up
The prologue was hard to read. But once I went past that chapter,I just had to admit that this book is awesome! Re-reading it today just reaffirmed my evaluation of its awesomeness. Besides the Oceans 11-worthy heist and the interesting romance between the thief and the policewoman hunting him down, I loved the sarcasm, the irony, the wit, and simply the author showing off literally literarily.
Dadaists, indeed. That particular hack had only used the term in order to show off that he was familar with the it; apity, then, that he didn't also know what it actually meant.
- Christopher Brookmyre, The Sacred Art of Stealing
You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk.
You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need.
You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. They are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and as many eggs as the regulations say you should need.
You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them, and sells you the milk.
You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.
You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk.
You have two cows. The government takes both and shoots you.
You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.
You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.
You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.
The government promises to give you two cows if you vote for it. After the election, the president is impeached for speculating in cow futures. The press dubs the affair "Cow-gate."
You have two cows. You feed them sheep's brains and they go mad. The government doesn't do anything.
You have two cows. The government fines you for keeping two unlicensed farm animals in an apartment.
You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. After that it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows.
You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbors try to kill you and take the cows.
You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.
HONG KONG CAPITALISM
You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax deduction for keeping five cows. The milk rights of six cows are transferred via a Panamanian intermediary to a Cayman Islands company secretly owned by the majority shareholder, who sells the rights to all seven cows' milk back to the listed company. The annual report says that the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. Meanwhile, you kill the two cows because the fung shui is bad.
You have two cows. The government bans you from milking or killing them.
You have two cows. They get married and adopt a veal calf.
You have two cows. The government takes them and denies they ever existed. Milk is banned.
You are associated with (the concept of "ownership " is a symbol of the phalli-centric, war mongering, intolerant past) two differently-aged (but no less valuable to society) bovines of non-specified gender.
Wow, dude, there's like... these two cows, man. You got to have some of this milk.
You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons."
Monday, May 23, 2011, 6:30 AM |
There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to become a great writer. When asked to define "great " he said, "I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain and anger! "
He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages."
Sunday, May 22, 2011, 3:47 AM |
Top Twenty Countdown of the Best Oxymorons...
#20 Found missing
#19 Resident alien
#18 Airline food
#17 Same difference
#16 Government organization
#15 Sanitary landfill
#14 Alone together
#13 Business ethics
#12 Sweet sorrow
#11 Military intelligence
#10 Plastic glasses
#9 Terribly pleased
#8 Definite Maybe
#7 Pretty Ugly
#6 Computer Security
#5 Political science
#4 Diet ice cream
#3 Working vacation
#2 Exact estimate
#1 Microsoft Works
The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining in. Within thirty seconds any pretence was always unnecessary. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic. And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp.
While taking a break from studying, I decided to watch the first 10 minutes of the forum. After listening to all 6 of them, these are my opinion on the 6 speakers and what it reflects on their respective parties.
Mr Tharman Shanmugaratnam (PAP) Firstly, he spent too much time on unimportant stuff. In such a debate, you have limited time to bring your points across and although he had double the time of each of the opposition speakers, there was not much on proposed policies. If this was an essay, I would say he spent too much time on the introduction paragraph and rushed on the main body.
The first point brought up was to create better jobs by working with the businesses and unions to provide better pay and improve the quality of work. There was a lot of unnecessary repetition on how this is for all Singaporeans, which includes the average and the lower end of jobs. I was left unsatisfied due to the lack of direction on how he intended to create these better jobs. Was he thinking of an incentives system for business? Was he thinking of legislative minimum salaries for different types of jobs?
The second point brought up was to create one of the best education systems in the world by financially investing in the education system so that students have the opportunities to be the best regardless of ability. Once again, besides suggesting to begin by investing financially, he does not bring up how he intends to do that. More streaming at different levels (like at primary 1?), or less streaming? More subjects to be introduced or cut? Different system of grading?
The last point brought up was investing in the elderly so that they can live long and good lives through investing significantly in long term care. This seemed the most promising of his points but was cut short by his lack of time.
Overall, he provided a moderate amount of what, an (at times) excessively redundant amount of why, and very lacking in how. If I were to grade him based on this 2 minutes, he would get a 13/30 for content, 8/10 for delivery, 4/5 for language and 1/5 for time management for a total score of 26/50, a "barely passed" score.
Mr Mohamed Nazem Suki (SDA)
My overall impression of him was that he had some good ideas, but due to problems in delivery, a lot of them is lost. Unlike Tharman Shanmugaratnam who has many such speaking opportunities before, this lack of experience speaking at such a platform resulted in a perceived lack of confidence and an incomplete transference of ideas.
His main point was that for Singapore to remain a credible competitor in the global market, Singapore has to invest in new niche markets. He proposed the use of new technology to compensate for the reducing supply of fossil fuels as a means for energy. Like Tharman Shanmugaratnam, he repeats himself several times, however, it is most likely due to nerves (whereas Tharman Shanmugaratnam was trying to emphasize that the proposed idea was to benefit all Singaporeans). There was a good development of idea, and I was for more satisfied with this point, than with any of Tharman Shanmugaratnam's three points.
His second point was to invest in (younger) workers to become more innovative, to "come up with more than one unique answer". While he roughly spent 20 seconds on this point, I was slightly surprised by the lack of development of this idea.
Overall, he had one good point and one very unsatisfactory point. Delivery was not very smooth and language was fair. If I were to grade him based on this minute, he would get a 16/30 for content, 4/10 for delivery, 2.5/5 for language and 2.5/5 for time management for a total score of 25/50, another "barely passed" score.
Dr Vincent Wijeysingha
With articles like "SDP emerged clear winner in CNA political forum", as well as friends saying that SDP was quite well represented in this forum, I had high expectations that was sadly not lived up to. He comes across as a good orator with a very good vocabulary and delivery, but severely lacking in substance.
He spends all the allocated time picking out some of the problems facing Singaporeans today, but only a vague shadow of an idea on how to tackle some of these problems. the only thing that I felt came close to being an idea, was when he mentioned the need for Singapore to have policies that were "Constructive, Competent but also Compassionate". It is either he mistakenly thought he had all the time in the world (as opposed to the 1 minute he actually had) and did not have enough time to bring up what were some of his ideas of constructive, competent but also compassionate policies, or he is all fluff and no substance. I really hope he brings his game for the rest of the forum.
If I were to grade him based on this minute, he would get a 4/30 for content, 9/10 for delivery, 5/5 for language and 2.5/5 for time management for a total score of 20.5/50.
Mrs Lina Chiam (SPP)
Completely opposite to Vincent Wijeysingha, she has so many points, but with a halting delivery with very poor transitions between points. With an astounding 10 points delivered in under a minute, Lina's strategy seemed to be on quantity and not quality, a strategy which does not pay off in such forums.
The points she brought up included providing SPP as an alternative voice which led to her next point on democracy, an inclusive society, promoting racial harmony, transparency in policy making, the physical safety of Singaporeans, Singaporeans to have a stake in their country, for Singaporeans to become more gracious, compassionate and humble, as well as the creation of jobs. However, she failed to elaborate on any of them, how she proposes to achieve these, or even what some of them mean (what does it mean for Singaporeans to have a stake in their country, or what is her definition of an inclusive society as definition can vary from people to people). She spent the longest (9 seconds) on the point to develop Singapore as a financial hub by attracting foreign investors through modern technology.
With regards to what she proposed, I felt that some of these were meaningless to bring up as they were relevant policies already in place, like promoting racial harmony, the physical safety of Singaporeans and for Singaporeans to become more gracious, compassionate and humble. Points such as the creation of jobs was redundant as that is something every government (should) already be constantly looking at. On the whole, I felt that Lina wasted the opportunity to let us know more about her (or SPP) fresh ideas on policy-making in Singapore.
If I were to grade her based on this minute, he would get a 9/30 for content, 4/10 for delivery, 2/5 for language and 3/5 for time management for a total score of 18/50.
Mr Gerald Giam (WP)
He may not be the most eloquent among the five speakers, or have the most captivating delivery, but Gerald has the most substantial content among all.
The first point he brought up was the need for an entrepreneurial and creative economy, and he further develops it by proposing reforming the education system to achieve this, particularly during the formative years, to cultivate a love for learning, as opposed to obtaining good grades. His subsequent two points were to provide affordable but quality health care and a needs based social security net.
His allocation of time was also much better than the other four speakers. I felt that there was a good balance of what needs to be introduced, why and how. The second and third point can be further developed but is understandable due to the overall time constraint. If I were to grade her based on this minute, he would get a 20/30 for content, 6/10 for delivery, 3/5 for language and 4/5 for time management for a total score of 33/50, not yet an A, but far better than the other four speakers in my books.
Thursday, April 21, 2011, 3:09 AM |
I wander all night in my vision,
Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping,
Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers,
Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory,
Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping.
How solemn they look there, stretch'd and still,
How quiet they breathe, the little children in their cradles.
The wretched features of ennuyes, the white features of corpses, the
livid faces of drunkards, the sick-gray faces of onanists,
The gash'd bodies on battle-fields, the insane in their
strong-door'd rooms, the sacred idiots, the new-born emerging
from gates, and the dying emerging from gates,
The night pervades them and infolds them.
The married couple sleep calmly in their bed, he with his palm on
the hip of the wife, and she with her palm on the hip of the husband,
The sisters sleep lovingly side by side in their bed,
The men sleep lovingly side by side in theirs,
And the mother sleeps with her little child carefully wrapt.
The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep,
The prisoner sleeps well in the prison, the runaway son sleeps,
The murderer that is to be hung next day, how does he sleep?
And the murder'd person, how does he sleep?
The female that loves unrequited sleeps,
And the male that loves unrequited sleeps,
The head of the money-maker that plotted all day sleeps,
And the enraged and treacherous dispositions, all, all sleep.
I stand in the dark with drooping eyes by the worst-suffering and
the most restless,
I pass my hands soothingly to and fro a few inches from them,
The restless sink in their beds, they fitfully sleep.
Now I pierce the darkness, new beings appear,
The earth recedes from me into the night,
I saw that it was beautiful, and I see that what is not the earth is
I go from bedside to bedside, I sleep close with the other sleepers
each in turn,
I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other dreamers,
And I become the other dreamers.
I am a dance--play up there! the fit is whirling me fast!
I am the ever-laughing--it is new moon and twilight,
I see the hiding of douceurs, I see nimble ghosts whichever way look,
Cache and cache again deep in the ground and sea, and where it is
neither ground nor sea.
Well do they do their jobs those journeymen divine,
Only from me can they hide nothing, and would not if they could,
I reckon I am their boss and they make me a pet besides,
And surround me and lead me and run ahead when I walk,
To lift their cunning covers to signify me with stretch'd arms, and
resume the way;
Onward we move, a gay gang of blackguards! with mirth-shouting
music and wild-flapping pennants of joy!
I am the actor, the actress, the voter, the politician,
The emigrant and the exile, the criminal that stood in the box,
He who has been famous and he who shall be famous after to-day,
The stammerer, the well-form'd person, the wasted or feeble person.
I am she who adorn'd herself and folded her hair expectantly,
My truant lover has come, and it is dark.
Double yourself and receive me darkness,
Receive me and my lover too, he will not let me go without him.
I roll myself upon you as upon a bed, I resign myself to the dusk.
He whom I call answers me and takes the place of my lover,
He rises with me silently from the bed.
Darkness, you are gentler than my lover, his flesh was sweaty and panting,
I feel the hot moisture yet that he left me.
My hands are spread forth, I pass them in all directions,
I would sound up the shadowy shore to which you are journeying.
Be careful darkness! already what was it touch'd me?
I thought my lover had gone, else darkness and he are one,
I hear the heart-beat, I follow, I fade away.
I descend my western course, my sinews are flaccid,
Perfume and youth course through me and I am their wake.
It is my face yellow and wrinkled instead of the old woman's,
I sit low in a straw-bottom chair and carefully darn my grandson's
It is I too, the sleepless widow looking out on the winter midnight,
I see the sparkles of starshine on the icy and pallid earth.
A shroud I see and I am the shroud, I wrap a body and lie in the coffin,
It is dark here under ground, it is not evil or pain here, it is
blank here, for reasons.
(It seems to me that every thing in the light and air ought to be happy,
Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave let him know he has enough.)
I see a beautiful gigantic swimmer swimming naked through the eddies
of the sea,
His brown hair lies close and even to his head, he strikes out with
courageous arms, he urges himself with his legs,
I see his white body, I see his undaunted eyes,
I hate the swift-running eddies that would dash him head-foremost on
What are you doing you ruffianly red-trickled waves?
Will you kill the courageous giant? will you kill him in the prime
of his middle age?
Steady and long he struggles,
He is baffled, bang'd, bruis'd, he holds out while his strength
The slapping eddies are spotted with his blood, they bear him away,
they roll him, swing him, turn him,
His beautiful body is borne in the circling eddies, it is
continually bruis'd on rocks,
Swiftly and ought of sight is borne the brave corpse.
I turn but do not extricate myself,
Confused, a past-reading, another, but with darkness yet.
The beach is cut by the razory ice-wind, the wreck-guns sound,
The tempest lulls, the moon comes floundering through the drifts.
I look where the ship helplessly heads end on, I hear the burst as
she strikes, I hear the howls of dismay, they grow fainter and fainter.
I cannot aid with my wringing fingers,
I can but rush to the surf and let it drench me and freeze upon me.
I search with the crowd, not one of the company is wash'd to us alive,
In the morning I help pick up the dead and lay them in rows in a barn.
Now of the older war-days, the defeat at Brooklyn,
Washington stands inside the lines, he stands on the intrench'd
hills amid a crowd of officers.
His face is cold and damp, he cannot repress the weeping drops,
He lifts the glass perpetually to his eyes, the color is blanch'd
from his cheeks,
He sees the slaughter of the southern braves confided to him by
The same at last and at last when peace is declared,
He stands in the room of the old tavern, the well-belov'd soldiers
all pass through,
The officers speechless and slow draw near in their turns,
The chief encircles their necks with his arm and kisses them on the cheek,
He kisses lightly the wet cheeks one after another, he shakes hands
and bids good-by to the army.
Now what my mother told me one day as we sat at dinner together,
Of when she was a nearly grown girl living home with her parents on
the old homestead.
A red squaw came one breakfast-time to the old homestead,
On her back she carried a bundle of rushes for rush-bottoming chairs,
Her hair, straight, shiny, coarse, black, profuse, half-envelop'd
Her step was free and elastic, and her voice sounded exquisitely as
My mother look'd in delight and amazement at the stranger,
She look'd at the freshness of her tall-borne face and full and
The more she look'd upon her she loved her,
Never before had she seen such wonderful beauty and purity,
She made her sit on a bench by the jamb of the fireplace, she cook'd
food for her,
She had no work to give her, but she gave her remembrance and fondness.
The red squaw staid all the forenoon, and toward the middle of the
afternoon she went away,
O my mother was loth to have her go away,
All the week she thought of her, she watch'd for her many a month,
She remember'd her many a winter and many a summer,
But the red squaw never came nor was heard of there again.
A show of the summer softness--a contact of something unseen--an
amour of the light and air,
I am jealous and overwhelm'd with friendliness,
And will go gallivant with the light and air myself.
O love and summer, you are in the dreams and in me,
Autumn and winter are in the dreams, the farmer goes with his thrift,
The droves and crops increase, the barns are well-fill'd.
Elements merge in the night, ships make tacks in the dreams,
The sailor sails, the exile returns home,
The fugitive returns unharm'd, the immigrant is back beyond months
The poor Irishman lives in the simple house of his childhood with
the well known neighbors and faces,
They warmly welcome him, he is barefoot again, he forgets he is well off,
The Dutchman voyages home, and the Scotchman and Welshman voyage
home, and the native of the Mediterranean voyages home,
To every port of England, France, Spain, enter well-fill'd ships,
The Swiss foots it toward his hills, the Prussian goes his way, the
Hungarian his way, and the Pole his way,
The Swede returns, and the Dane and Norwegian return.
The homeward bound and the outward bound,
The beautiful lost swimmer, the ennuye, the onanist, the female that
loves unrequited, the money-maker,
The actor and actress, those through with their parts and those
waiting to commence,
The affectionate boy, the husband and wife, the voter, the nominee
that is chosen and the nominee that has fail'd,
The great already known and the great any time after to-day,
The stammerer, the sick, the perfect-form'd, the homely,
The criminal that stood in the box, the judge that sat and sentenced
him, the fluent lawyers, the jury, the audience,
The laugher and weeper, the dancer, the midnight widow, the red squaw,
The consumptive, the erysipalite, the idiot, he that is wrong'd,
The antipodes, and every one between this and them in the dark,
I swear they are averaged now--one is no better than the other,
The night and sleep have liken'd them and restored them.
I swear they are all beautiful,
Every one that sleeps is beautiful, every thing in the dim light is
The wildest and bloodiest is over, and all is peace.
Peace is always beautiful,
The myth of heaven indicates peace and night.
The myth of heaven indicates the soul,
The soul is always beautiful, it appears more or it appears less, it
comes or it lags behind,
It comes from its embower'd garden and looks pleasantly on itself
and encloses the world,
Perfect and clean the genitals previously jetting,and perfect and
clean the womb cohering,
The head well-grown proportion'd and plumb, and the bowels and
joints proportion'd and plumb.
The soul is always beautiful,
The universe is duly in order, every thing is in its place,
What has arrived is in its place and what waits shall be in its place,
The twisted skull waits, the watery or rotten blood waits,
The child of the glutton or venerealee waits long, and the child of
the drunkard waits long, and the drunkard himself waits long,
The sleepers that lived and died wait, the far advanced are to go on
in their turns, and the far behind are to come on in their turns,
The diverse shall be no less diverse, but they shall flow and unite--
they unite now.
The sleepers are very beautiful as they lie unclothed,
They flow hand in hand over the whole earth from east to west as
they lie unclothed,
The Asiatic and African are hand in hand, the European and American
are hand in hand,
Learn'd and unlearn'd are hand in hand, and male and female are hand
The bare arm of the girl crosses the bare breast of her lover, they
press close without lust, his lips press her neck,
The father holds his grown or ungrown son in his arms with
measureless love, and the son holds the father in his arms with
The white hair of the mother shines on the white wrist of the daughter,
The breath of the boy goes with the breath of the man, friend is
inarm'd by friend,
The scholar kisses the teacher and the teacher kisses the scholar,
the wrong 'd made right,
The call of the slave is one with the master's call, and the master
salutes the slave,
The felon steps forth from the prison, the insane becomes sane, the
suffering of sick persons is reliev'd,
The sweatings and fevers stop, the throat that was unsound is sound,
the lungs of the consumptive are resumed, the poor distress'd
head is free,
The joints of the rheumatic move as smoothly as ever, and smoother
Stiflings and passages open, the paralyzed become supple,
The swell'd and convuls'd and congested awake to themselves in condition,
They pass the invigoration of the night and the chemistry of the
night, and awake.
I too pass from the night,
I stay a while away O night, but I return to you again and love you.
Why should I be afraid to trust myself to you?
I am not afraid, I have been well brought forward by you,
I love the rich running day, but I do not desert her in whom I lay so long,
I know not how I came of you and I know not where I go with you, but
I know I came well and shall go well.
I will stop only a time with the night, and rise betimes,
I will duly pass the day O my mother, and duly return to you.
- Walt Whitman
Friday, April 15, 2011, 6:10 AM |
Purple Light (Chemistry Edition)
Chemistry, in this Uni(versity),
Is that where, I wanna be?
With my three, best companions:
With my laptop and my (Periodic) Table and Me
Physical Chem, Sibei Jialat,
Organic, Lagi worse!
Everyday, do lab reports,
With my laptop and my (Periodic) Table and Me
(When I) ORDed, come here to study
Thought: Get degree, so happy!
But now I rather be, back in army
With my rifle and my buddy and me
Purple Light, at my finals
That is where, my CAP dies.
If I die, would you bury me
Far away from my (Periodic) Table Please!
Orchard road, Bugis Junction,
That is where I wanna be!
WHY AM I, STILL IN LIBRARY!
With my laptop and my (Periodic) Table and Me
Ok lar... After getting over it, I realized maybe I overeacted yest. Upon some investigation, I realize that the 3 or them really made very good choices that are so well matched to how they are. I know my opinion don't count for much, but for what it's worth, I raeally approve of all three of them. May this be another beginning for the three of you to grow to be even greater men of God?
Something happened yesterday, or rather i found out about three separate but sorta related pieces of news that left me really sad. despite their reassurance, or rather reassurance from one of them, i felt that i have not really done my duty and properly looked after my sheep. i felt that i really did not spend time to nurture the relationships that are important to me....
Sigh! another reminder why i think i'm not cut of for this type of stuff.... haiz~ i really was super stunned when the 2 of them asked me... i really can crawl under a rock and hide there coz really no face alr..... my 4 mentees leh! haiz~ haiz~
I will bless the Lord forever
I will trust Him at all times
He has delivered me from all fear
He has set my feet upon a rock
I will not be moved
And I'll say of the Lord
You are my shield, my strength
My portion, deliverer
My shelter, strong tower
My very present help in time of need
Whom have I in heaven but You
There's none I desire beside You
You have made me glad
And I'll say of the Lord
You are my shield, my strength
My portion, deliverer
My shelter, strong tower
My very present help in time of need
Monday, March 28, 2011, 10:41 AM |
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
Friday, March 25, 2011, 2:35 AM |
Ai No Shirushi
Yawa na haato ga shibireru
Kokochi yoi hari no shigeki
Wake mo nai no ni kagayaku
Sore dake ga ai no shirushi
Itsuka anata ni wa
Sukoshi tsuyoku naru tame ni
Kowareta booto de hitori koide yuku
Yume no naka de mo wakaru
Mekurumeku yoru no fushigi
Tada no omoide to
Kaze ga sasayaitemo
Ureshinaki no takaramono
Nan demo arisou na kuni de
Yawa na haato ga shibireru
Kokochi yoi hari no shigeki
Wake mo nai no ni kagayaku
Sore dake ga ai no shirushi
Sore dake de ai no shirushi
Thursday, March 24, 2011, 1:39 AM |
Things I learnt from my mum
My Mother taught me LOGIC... "If you fall off that swing and break your neck, you can't go to the store with me. "
My Mother taught me MEDICINE... "If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they're going to freeze that way. "
My Mother taught me TO THINK AHEAD... "If you don't pass your spelling test, you'll never get a good job! "
My Mother taught me ESP... "Put your sweater on; don't you think that I know when you're cold? "
My Mother taught me TO MEET A CHALLENGE... "What were you thinking? Answer me when I talk to you... Don't talk back to me! "
My Mother taught me HUMOR... "When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me. "
My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT... "If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up.
My mother taught me about GENETICS... "You are just like your father! "
My mother taught me about my ROOTS... "Do you think you were born in a barn? "
My mother taught me about the WISDOM of AGE... "When you get to be my age, you will understand. "
My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION... "Just wait until your father gets home. "
My mother taught me about RECEIVING... "You are going to get it when we get home. "
And, my all-time favorite - JUSTICE... "One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like YOU -- then you'll see what it's like! "
Tuesday, March 22, 2011, 4:28 AM |
The Top 16 Biblical Ways To Acquire A Wife
16. Find an attractive prisoner of war, bring her home, shave her head, trim her nails, and give her new clothes. Then she's yours. - (Deuteronomy 21)
15. Find a prostitute and marry her. - Hosea (Hosea 1)
14. Find a woman with seven daughters, and impress him by watering his flock.. - Moses (Exodus 2)
13. Purchase a piece of property, and get a woman as part of the deal. - Boaz (Ruth 4)
12. Go to a party and hide. When the women come out to dance, grab one and carry her off to be your wife. - Benjaminites (Judges 21)
11. Have God create a wife for you while you sleep. Note: this will cost you a rib. - Adam (Genesis 2)
10. Agree to work seven years in exchange for a woman's hand in marriage. Get tricked into marrying the wrong woman. Then work another seven years for the woman you wanted to marry in the first place. That's right. Fourteen years of toil for a woman. - Jacob (Genesis 29)
9. Cut off 50 foreskins off of your future father-in-law's enemies and get his daughter for a wife. - David (1 Samuel somewhere)
8. Even if no one is out there, just wander around a bit and you'll definitely find someone. (It's all relative off course.) - Cain (Genesis 4)
7. Become the emperor of a huge nation and hold a beauty contest. - Xerxes or Atrahasis (Esther 1)
6. When you see someone you like, go home and tell your parents, "I have seen a...woman; now get her for me. " If your parents question your decision, simply say, "Get her for me. She's the one for me. " - Samson (Judges 14)
5. Kill any husband and take HIS wife. (Prepare to lose four sons though). - David (2 Samuel 9)
4. Wait for your brother to die. Take his widow. (It's not just a good idea, it's the law). - Onan and Boaz (Deuteronomy or Leviticus, example in Ruth)
3. Don't be so picky. Make for quality with quantity. - Solomon (1 Kings 11)
2. A wife?... NOT!!! - Paul (I Corinthians 7)
1. Become sinless, and die in atonement for others, and you can marry a whole bunch of people. - Jesus (Revelation 15?)"
Friday, March 18, 2011, 3:37 AM |
In a really weird mood. Donno how to describe...
Thursday, March 17, 2011, 12:48 AM |
In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white-winged angels now. But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child's.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
After hearing this piece of news, I've been at peace with it, despite many people being troubled and anxious about this. But just today I felt led to pray for all of us for understanding over the resignation, and for unity.
I know you have a plan for this church, and you have a plan for Ps Vincent. Though all of us may not really understand your plan, especially with pain and uncertainty clouding our vision, I pray that we all will trust you.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents:
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which
In any article that features the opposition in today's (or rather yesterday's since it's after midnight) news, I usually see this word "gerrymandering"! While it may or may not be true, I am a little annoyed by its excessive use. Just for once, I would really like to see the opposition not focus on what the ruling party is doing wrong, but what they can do to make a country better.
As someone who is generally interested in politics (as a watcher, not as a participant), I can say I am a Democratic Party supporter as compared to the Republicans in U.S. Politics. But when it comes to my own backyard, I feel very ambivalent! I'm neither a PAP or an opposition supporter. On one hand, I have to say PAP has been good for Singapore in areas such as economic growth, and some areas under the socio-cultural spectrum which includes education, crime rates, etc... On the other hand, there are some little things about the PAP (that for some reason I just can't put my finger on right now) that keeps me bothered.
With regards to having political opposition, I understand the need of a credible opposition to keep the government in check (Quis custodiet ipsos custodes), but what I really don't want to see is the tennis match I'm watching in U.S. politics. One party passes a set of bills and laws, the other party tries to undo all those legislature when they are elected and passes another set of bills and laws, and then the first party comes back into power and the cycle goes on and on! nothing really valuable is added for the benefit of the people!
What I really want to see this election is people campaigning on what they can do for the people; what specific areas can they contribute to and benefit when elected, and not that the other side is not good and why.
I always feel positivity is the best way to run a political campaign because negativity just leaves a bad taste in everyone's mouth.
Saturday, February 26, 2011, 2:31 AM |
The Extreme East
I have lived in Pasir Ris for most of my life (17/24 years). My seconday school, JC, and even my church is in Pasir Ris, so you might say I'm a pasir-risan (for lack of a better term) through and through. Everytime people unfamilar with the geography of Singapore (namely my foreign uni classmates) ask me where I live, I just tell them I live at the easternmost MRT station on the green line.
Living in Pasir Ris is fun! I remember hanging out with friends at white sands after school simply because it was the biggest shopping centre with a direct bus from school, skipping remedial classes to go play at the Downtown East arcade (I racked up so much points on my tapz card that I became a VIP member), taking MCs from the polyclinic, going to Elias Mall or West Plaza when we had 6 hour breaks between classes (my JC timetable was pretty messed up), and even cycling at Pasir Ris park in the middle of the night (just because it's just there).
Me and my fellow pasir-risans are the ones friends call when they have chalets at downtown east or costa sands, and they do not know how to get there from the MRT station, or when they are lost in Pasir Ris park trying to find their friends' BBQ pit.
I have a friend that lives in Ponggol. The first time that he set foot in Pasir Ris was when he had to report for BMT. When I go to his place, I have to take a 15min bus ride. It takes me 15 mins to walk from Elias Mall to Downtown East. It takes me 15 mins to cycle from one end of pasir ris to the other. It takes me half and hour or more to cycle from the westernmost part of Pasir Ris to Ponggol (via old Tampines road as we are unable to cycle on the TPE).
So this is the question I really want to ask; why are we in the same GRC? There is no common identity, and are separated by geography (by comparison I take 30 mins to walk to Tampines MRT from White Sands, so Ponggol to me is really far away). My Ponggol friends and my Pasir Ris friends have never felt like the lived in the same area.
Forgive my ignorance for I'm just a simple student that don't really follow Singapore politics, or understand how the electoral boundaries review committee work, but won't it be better to create a Sengkang-Ponggol GRC and a Pasir Ris GRC, instead of this Pasir Ris-Ponggol GRC, Ponggol East SMC & Sengkang West SMC? People from ponggol; east, west, north, south or central are more likely to have a common identity and share the same public facilities & ammenities than any Ponggolites (again for lack of a better word) than pasir-risans. I would find it weird if I lived at Ponggol east, and suddenly my neighbours across the street from me are no longer in my constituency, but belonged to a constituency with people several km away.
Even if Pasir Ris was too big to be a SMC and too small to be a four-membered GRC, or if Ponggol and Sengkang was too large to be a six-membered GRC, I still feel it would be better (and would make more sense) to have a four-membered Ponggol GRC, a four-membered Sengkang GRC, a Pasir Ris East SMC & a Pasir Ris West SMC. Don't this configuration seem more logical?
Friday, February 25, 2011, 9:35 AM |
Super emo moment
Thursday, February 24, 2011, 12:58 AM |
You live you learn You love you learn You cry you learn You lose you learn You bleed you learn You scream you learn You grieve you learn You choke you learn You laugh you learn You choose you learn You pray you learn You ask you learn You live you learn
Wednesday, February 23, 2011, 5:05 AM |
Why it may not be a good idea to hypnotize others...
A professor was dissatisfied the lack of effort his students were putting into his assignments, so his friend suggested to him that perhaps he might be able to hypnotize his students into working harder.
"And just how would I go about doing that? " he asked. "It is very simple. First you turn off the air conditioner so that the lecture theatre is warmer than usual. Then you lecture in a monotone voice. Meanwhile, you dangle a watch on a chain and swing it in a slow arc above the podium and suggest they study harder & work harder for this module.
"So the very next lecture, the professor did as suggested, and lo and behold, all the students submitted thoroughly researched and well written essays for the subsquent assignment.
Now, the professor could not wait to try this again to ensure his students excel in the upcoming finals, so he tried it out on the next lecture. Just as the last of his students was becoming mesmerized, the chain on the watch broke and the watch hit the podium with a loud thud and springs and parts flew everywhere. "Crap! " exclaimed the professor.
It took them a week to clean up the lecture theatre."
Sunday, February 20, 2011, 6:08 AM |
I think it's very sad that I find my hall room so much more comfortable than my room at home despite the lack of aircom, a fully functioning kitchen, abundance of home-cooked meals and/or tv with cable (a super super comfortable bed in EH, an old uncomfortable bed at home, unstable and slow Internet at home and relatively fast Internet here).
I find it very sad (and feel very bad) that I feel more relaxed, more "at home" in hall than at home...
Monday, February 14, 2011, 1:00 AM |
The Fruits of my December Holidays' Labour
Monday, January 10, 2011, 11:21 AM |
As a Fast Food outlet, Wendy's is just heads and shoulders above MacDonalds or Burger King
Fast food can be turned into Gourmet food, If you have the time, energy an "Boliao"-ness to do so! http://www.fancyfastfood.com/ was featured on Yahoo, and I just love their tagline: Yeah, It's still bad for you - But look how good it can look!
Sunday, November 14, 2010, 5:14 AM |
Female Hormones found in Beer
Yesterday, scientists for Health Canada suggested that men should take a look at their beer consumption, considering the results of a recent analysis that revealed the presence of female hormones in beer. The theory is that drinking beer makes men turn into women. To test the finding, 100 men were fed 6 pints of beer each. It was then observed that 100% of the men gained weight, talked excessively without making sense, became overly emotional, couldn't drive, failed to think rationally, argued over nothing, and refused to apologize when wrong. No further testing is planned.
Friday, November 12, 2010, 2:39 AM |
I pray for your hand to be upon them in this time of need. I pray that you will grant them strength to just pull through this period. Even though they may not understand, I pray that they continue to have faith in you and your ways. Lord, I pray that there will be no self-condemnation, that they will not blame themselves in any way for what has happened. Lord, I pray that they can truly rejoice as a family, because Darren is now with you. Lord, I pray for forgiveness for the 10 guys that did this. It was a foolish mistake done in a moment of folly. I also pray that they will find capacity in their hearts to forgive Darren's friends. It is not truly their fault either. I pray that you will continue to fill them with your peace that surpasses all understanding. I commit this precious family into your hands.
Psalm 34:18 The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Matthew 5:4 Blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted.
Revelation 21:4 He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.
Psalm 30:5 Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning
I don't really cope well with grief. I don't know how to comfort those who mourn. I just get numb.
At first when I heard the news, I just sat there in shock, not really knowing what to do, just hoping I heard it wrong from my parents who were rushing to the hospital, or in their hurry they told me wrongly, or that they heard wrongly from the phone. He was only 19, the same age as my brother....
I remember once dreaming that my brother died, and the pain i felt in that dream killed me. I can only imagine that it is only a small bit of what Debbie, Uncle Francis and Auntie Joyce must be feeling.
Afterwards I started to feel guilty. I had the opportunity and the authority as a cell leader, as well as a being friend from growing up together in our parent's cell group, to speak into the life of a 13 year old, the chance to influence him for the better, but now 6 years later, I wish I had done more...
I could say that I was not properly equipped to handle such matters, or that I was already overwhelmed with not only cell responsibilities, but being in Camp Comm, studies and doing Siglap choir stuff. But deep down I know I could have done more.
The only memory I can remember of our interactions were of him coming for service for a few minutes, then going off to downtown east, and me chasing after him to come back to church, or him asking me to borrow my bike...
But now I accept that although this is something that I regret, I must not live in self-condemnation and move on. I must remember even more strongly from now on, that I must be a good steward of the influence God gives me towards others.
I must remember that life is fragile and unpredictable. We may not have as long as we would like, or think we have, to make a difference in the world, to leave a lasting legacy. I must remember that I am responsible and accountable of all the sheep that God places under my care at one point or another. I must not take my leadership or influence for granted.
I just commit Uncle Francis, Auntie Joyce and Debbie into your hands. Only you can fully understand what they are going through. I pray that they will not condem themselves as being bad parents or sister, because they have tried their best. I pray that they will not lose faith because of what happen, but instead turn to you for strength. I pray that you will strength them through this period of grieving, that they will able to eventually resolve this deep sense of loss. I pray that you would continue to send your angels to watch over them, and to block off any lies that the devil may try to tell them. I commit them fully into your hands, that you will keep them safe from harm.
While reflecting today, I realize that I am really very blessed compared to many others. I remember someone telling me quite a while ago that if you have one or two friends that you can really pour out your soul to, that you can completely be yourself when around them, then you are a very fortunate person. I however, have much more than 1 or 2 such people in my life, more like 10 of them, and from different groups of friends. I also have at least 5 different groups of friends (which include the above mentioned 10 people) which are very close to my heart. These are people I know will definitely stand by me in my times of need, they are those who are unafraid of being undiplomatic and able to be honest straight to my face. These are people I know care for me deeply, although they may not outwardly show it. These are people I know will let me know if i had done something wrong, ir crossed some sort of line, and snap me to my senses. I truly am thankful for all these friends, brothers and sisters.
From this point, I really have to continually remind myself not to be concerned about what others may think about me, because only the opinion of these people are all that matters, and I never have to worry about what they think because they will let me know what they think of me, and it is because of this that I love them even more.
Saturday, October 30, 2010, 7:29 AM |
Sigh! I left 20% of my paper blank. Granted that I (and I think most of my cohort) didn't know how to do 6 marks out of the 10 I left blank, the other 4 marks were easy conceptually and given time, I can easily get it. I also wish I had more time to write out my answer to the 9mark question I frantically scribbled in the last 5 mins of this 75min paper.
My problem: 1. I love to complicate things. The question that took most of my time had a very simple answer. I just couldn't see and/or accept it until after working on it for more than half an hour. 2. I think I wrote more than necessary for my explaination. Sigh. 3. And for this I (as a chemistry major) deserve to be shot. There were several organic compounds that I didn't know how the structure was like. Fail....
Well, on the bright side, I think everyone was stunned by the paper. Oh well, let's just pray for the bell curve to work it's magic.
Monday, October 25, 2010, 11:45 AM |
When I Survey the Wonderous Cross
When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died; My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down. Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown.
Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were an offering far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Lord, I commit this friend into your hands, that you close the wounds in his heart, and heal his hurts. Lord, only you can fully understand what he has gone through; help him understand that even if other people fail him, that he can always turn to you. Lord, I pray for your peace and your comfort to fill his life, that even though he have been hurt, your peace and your strength can help him overcome these obstacles in his life. Lord, I pray that he may be released from the bondage of pain, bitterness and vengence, so that he may be able to life a fuller life; life in abundance. All these I commit into your hands.
When I read this article that my friend posted on FaceBook, I was seriously struggling to control my laughter (I was in the YIH Study Room). Being made pregnant by watching a 3D Porn Movie (LOL!!!) is the most original cover-up for infidelity, with Human Parthenogenesis as a close second. Sperm on the Toilet seat/Swimming Pool/ Bathtub is so yesterday!
However (for those of you that would believe such a story can be true) we see that this is a hoax that has fooled many, including gizmodo.
*Note: As much as I find this funny, I do not approve of infidelity and adultery.
Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart, naught be all else to me, save that thou art; Thou my best thought by day or by night, Waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.
Be thou my wisdom, thou my true word, I ever with thee and thou with me Lord; Thou my great Father, I thy true son; Thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.
Be thou my battle shield, sword for the fight; Be thou my dignity, thou my delight; Thou my soul's shelter, thou my high tower: Raise thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise: Thou mine inheritance now and always; Thou and thou only first in my heart; High King of Heaven, my treasure thou art.
High King of heaven, my victory won, May I reach heaven's joys, O Bright Heaven's sun!; Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010, 8:13 AM |
Rush Rush Rush
It's 12.25am and I still have lots to do including finishing my lab report due in a few hours, studying for my test and sleeping in preparation for a very long day tomorrow (8am-10+pm non stop!) Lord give me the strength to do it all and to survive tomorrow
Tuesday, August 31, 2010, 12:24 AM |
Promises From God
God has not promised Skies always blue, Flower-strewn pathways All our lives thro’;
God has not promised Sun without rain, Joy without sorrow, Peace without pain.
God has not promised We shall not know Toil and temptation, Trouble and woe;
He has not told us We shall not bear Many a burden, Many a care.
But God has promised Strength for the day, Rest for the laborer, Light for the way,
Grace for the trials, Help from above, Unfailing sympathy, Undying love.
ISTJ: Lord help me to relax about insignificant details beginning tomorrow at 11:41.23 am e.s.t. ISTP: God help me to consider people's feelings, even if most of them ARE hypersensitive. ESTP: God help me to take responsibility for my own actions, even though they're usually NOT my fault. ESTJ: God, help me to not try to RUN everything. But, if You need some help, just ask. ISFJ: Lord, help me to be more laid back and help me to do it EXACTLY right. ISFP: Lord, help me to stand up for my rights (if you don't mind my asking). ESFP: God help me to take things more seriously, especially parties and dancing. ESFJ: God give me patience, and I mean right NOW. INFJ: Lord help me not be a perfectionist. (did I spell that correctly?) INFP: God, help me to finish everything I sta ENFP: God,help me to keep my mind on one th-Look a bird-ing at a time. ENFJ: God help me to do only what I can and trust you for the rest. Do you mind putting that in writing? INTJ: Lord keep me open to others' ideas, WRONG though they may be. INTP: Lord help me be less independent, but let me do it my way. ENTP: Lord help me follow established procedures today. On second thought, I'll settle for a few minutes. ENTJ: Lord, help me slow downandnotrushthroughwatIdo.
Monday, August 09, 2010, 1:52 AM |
New Sem, New Mindset
Just updated my blog and cleaned out all those negative posts! Just gotta trust God....
New Sem, New Goal: Operation CAP 5
In my bid to attempt to achieve the elusive CAP 5, I shall: - Attend All Lectures - Read all my lecture notes BEFORE and AFTER the lecture to facilitate my understanding of the topic and to reinforce all that I learnt - Spend at least 3 Hours a day studying - Do all my Lab reports the same day as the lab itself - Do all tutorials the day they were assigned - and lastly, Sleep by 12 every night!
Saturday, July 24, 2010, 6:00 AM |
God, grant me the...
Serenity to accept things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, and the Wisdom to know the difference
Patience for the things that take time Appreciation for all that I have, and Tolerance for those with different struggles
Freedom to live beyond the limitations of my past ways, the Ability to feel your love for me and my love for the people around me, and the Strength to get up and try again even when I feel it is hopeless.
Thursday, July 15, 2010, 3:52 AM |
Banana Bread With Coffee
Could not really sleep last night so i decided to make breakfast for my family (and cell later). I then suddenly had a desire to bake something, which was slightly strange since I have not had this longing for so long. So I decided to walk over to Elias Mall, at 6am, to buy ingredients to bake. Walking around Golden Bamboo Supermarket while surfing online on my iPhone, i found a simple recipe for banana bread.
I later found out that baking (or cooking of any sort) at 7am in my kitchen is strongly not encouraged, unless you would like to perspire so much that even your shorts are soaked in sweat. Unfortunately my room, the dining room and the kitchen all face east. Hence it was a mini suana mixing the ingredients for the banana bread. However, the scent of baking banana bread filling the house really made it feel worth it.
1 cup (115 grams) walnuts or pecans, toasted and coarsely chopped (optional)
- *Note: I actually used my brother's Granola Honey Nut 1 3/4 cups (230 grams) all-purpose flour 3/4 cup (150 grams) granulated white sugar 1 teaspoons baking powder 1/4 teaspoon baking soda 1/4 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 2 large eggs, lightly beaten 1/2 cup (113 grams) unsalted butter, melted and cooled 3 ripe large bananas (approximately 1 pound or 454 grams), mashed well (about 1-1/2 cups) 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
The mixture just before baking
Banana Bread Recipe: Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (180 degrees C) and place oven rack to middle position. Butter and flour (or spray with a non stick vegetable/flour spray) the bottom and sides of a 9 x 5 x 3 inch (23 x 13 x 8 cm) loaf pan. Set aside.
Place the nuts on a baking sheet and bake for about 8 to 10 minutes or until lightly toasted. Let cool and then chop coarsely.
In a large bowl combine the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, and nuts. Set aside.
In a medium-sized bowl combine the mashed bananas, eggs, melted butter, and vanilla. With a rubber spatula or wooden spoon, lightly fold the wet ingredients (banana mixture) into the dry ingredients just until combined and the batter is thick and chunky. (The important thing is not to over mix the batter. You do not want it smooth. Over mixing the batter will yield tough, rubbery bread.) Scrape batter into prepared pan. Bake until bread is golden brown and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean, about 55 to 60 minutes. Place on a wire rack to cool and then remove the bread from the pan. Serve warm or at room temperature. This bread can be frozen.
Banana Bread Fresh out of the oven
Friday, April 02, 2010, 9:54 AM |
But as for me, I watch in hope for the LORD,
I wait for God my Savior;
my God will hear me