Got tagged by qiqi

Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!


1. I'm actually very shy! (I don't really look at you when I talk. Eye contact makes me nervous)
2. I have a bolster. It's my lovey-dovey bolster. And it's covered in my saliva.
3. I love to dig my nose. Very.. relaxing.
4. I use face cleaner that my mom bought for me, but I think it doesn't work.
5. I talk to myself. (used to do it VERY often)
6. I bite my nails. (cos it's a way to waste time)
7. I chew on my nails. (same as above)
8. I collect cards. Particularly land cards. (from magic the gathering) (I like pretty pictures!)
9. I draw girls. I like drawing girls. (Pretty girls are nature's artform. Nothing wrong..)
10. I can't really sleep well anywhere except my bed at home. (not homesick. BEDSICK)

I TAG!

1. Wyn yan
2. Jun Yao
3. Ching Yong.
4. Cheng Ing
5. Adelee
6. Sora. LOL
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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Economic Recession Control Measures

Due to pressing financial circumstances, I would like to request for assistance in the monetary field.

1. If I look like I'm going to spend money on 100 plus or whatever soft drink, STOP ME.
2. If I look like I'm going to buy something during break, STOP ME.


I need to save A LOT OF MONEY. Why.. got lar reason, but the bottom line is,

SPENDING MUST BE CONTROLLED.

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Monday, February 19, 2007

Walking in a shore filled with broken shells

I'm not exactly sure what to think right now, but I could say my effort was, insufficient to warrant an award for it. Yes, I was hoping for it.

I guess that's the wrong approach to ACCA, and I believe I've gotten very much more complacent compared to the first semester, where accounts to me, was fresh and new. Imagine that.

I supposed the mistake, as always, is only mine. And blame, cannot be pushed to anyone except myself.

Didn't push myself hard enough, was perhaps the greatest mistake I've made last semester.

Everyone says it's okay. I guess I tell myself it was okay too.

But everyone knows somewhere, at the very core, I'm a bloody competitive jackass. For all I care, I do not want to lose. I hate it. Really badly, and it kinda shows.

Well. Round 2 is over, and I lost. I accept that, although I'm not happy about it.

Complacence and negligence is by far the biggest thing I fear in this course.

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Saturday, February 17, 2007

New World Order

Justin Timberlake.

I know ALOT of people hate him.

But he's gone pretty far since his N'sync days, times are changing him, and he is changing the times. I'd have to say he pretty much got rid of the burden of 'N'sync' behind him, unlike many who are still stuck under the premonition of ex-member of some boyband, like so many others.

For that, I must quite admit I'd rather impressed. Tell me one other ex-boyband fella who has done as well as Justin.

Being a member of a popular boyband, is said to send your career as a solo artiste into hell for all eternity. Everyone will remember you as a member of some bloody boyband.

He's the lucky few that managed to avoid that doom, and he's getting pretty good, musically!

I know how some thinks he can't sing, but I beg to differ. No doubt his voice ain't nothing much to shout about, but he really got his rhythm perfectly right.

And in this age where FEW care about vocal ability, and more about rhythm, that puts him, at the top of the pyramid.

In many ways, he kind of reminds me of Jay Chou, always backed by superb background music to save his average vocals(in comparison with the standard)

He came right about the right time, with the right talents.
And look at him go!

All he needs to do is keep coming out with hits that appeal to the masses, and musically superb, and I guess his place in music history is sealed.

LOL. I'm a Justin Timberlake fanboy? Not yet. He's only got 30% of me hooked.

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Monday, February 12, 2007

I set such a bad example of myself.

There's LAW PROGRESS TEST tomorrow, and what do you know! I'm playing STARCRAFT (i know it's an old game, but let's not talk about that)......

>_<
Oh crap. Wahaha.

Anyway, It's about 6pm now, and I actually wanted to take a nap, but the Starcraft game lasted 40 minutes.. (non-money map, so I'm less hyper-expansionist)

Oh, I got these OSTs recently... Dance Dance Revolution DDRMAX2 V-Rare Soundtract USA, and Medieval Total War. Oh, Wild Arms Vth Vanguard too... AND ARMORED CORE.

SO MUCH TECHNOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Whahaa I nvr played any of the games, but I just get game songs for the fun of it, and at the same time, forms a little 'musical exploration' to me.

Life's good. WAHAHA!

Some of the song sounds oddly familiar like Daft Punk, but then, they really get me in the mood to do something.

DDR is pretty much, like the name, all fast paced dance music. (WHICH IS VERY UPLIFTING, for that matter. It really makes you feel kinda happy)

[I feel kinda guilty now, since I'm supposed to study for law tomorrow... Yea... rite...]

After a while though, all the techno starts to sound the same.

[But I didn't really listen to all them songs yet. Dude, it's like..... 4 hours of songs there.. U want me to sit through all of them? It's like asking me to sit through the entire HALO soundtrack.... MOSTLY AMBIENCE and the pace is ridiculously slow.]

Yeah. I'm into fast paced music now.. OH crap. Must be one of those times again. Whahaa.

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Saturday, February 10, 2007

I guess, I hope

Isn't it great, to find something you really love to do?

Wahahaha. Yeah. I think so too!

Anyway, recommend me songs.
I'm open to any suggestions, any genre, any language.

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Thursday, February 08, 2007

Curbside Prophet

I wanted to blog, but then suddenly, too pumped up with the music until dunno what to blog about... LOL..

HEHE. I'll find something, then..

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Monday, February 05, 2007

Bagpipes

Bagpipes...

The TITANIC song, in BAGPIPES!

Interesting and it sounds good too... if you're into that celtic style of music (i find it rather relaxing and refreshing. There's a way to how it sounded that made me feel very much relaxed)

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Saturday, February 03, 2007

Walk in the woods

Something runs inside me, I feel it yearning to come out, I can hear it's whispers in my head, it's murmurs in my dreams...

Fear?
Worry?
Panic?

I'm not sure what, either.

Perhaps it's one of them.
Perhaps it's a mixture of them.
Perhaps it's none of them.

Feel, the slight beat as the muscles tense, the blood flowing through the veins receives a boost. Feel it, as the skin trembles slightly, as the fingers twitch slightly, as the hand uncontrollably shivers. It runs through us, and for some reason, it seems to carry our feelings with it too.

Or is it just the nerves?

In a quiet room, you can hear every subtletly that usually runs unseen. It's an ambient feature, ever present, but rarely noticed.

Like your heartbeat. Like the hum as you take in air to breath. Like that minute whisper as you touch something.

In those moments where you are at a state of inner calm, and the world around is at peace, you can feel those things that happen to the human body. The small, unnoticed movements that maintain this physical mass of flesh, is a testament that we are a miracle in itself, and by being alive, it has been the greatest miracle.

Remember the sound machine?

We live in a world of sound, and often we only choose the hear the loudest ones.
Life's a living musical, filled with varying displays of emotions, and the sounds that go with it.

Should we only choose to hear the loudest ones, then perhaps we'll miss the beauty of that quiet songstress at the bar, that soft instrumentalist in their room...

There's something beautiful somewhere in this world, and often it might just be nearby. It's just in our craze for things we forget to stop and look, observe and notice.

Close your eyes once in a while.

In this color-crazed world, in this realm filled with visual stimuli, it's time we take a break, and just listen, and only listen.

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Friday, February 02, 2007

Much ado over nothing

Semi-artsy, reflective piece of writing. Fictional. It's been a while since I practiced descriptive and 'stylized' writing styles. (blogging takes that element away after a while, as the style blogging uses is impromptu, spontaneous and as such, lacks a certain refined quality associated with proper storytelling.)

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Waiting, watching, as the sun slows sinks into the horizon, behind the silhouttes of skyscrapers of steel, glass and concrete. It's but a day here, in a the city, perhaps to a countryman it's a beauty in itself, but as they say, beauty you see everyday never catches your eye. As the sun slowly vanish, eaten by the shadows, the lamps that brighten the streets come alive, and soon the daily orchestral performance of light and shadows begin.

The transition of day, to night is soon complete.

Taking the step back into the room, away from the balcony, I'm left to wonder, as I usually do. I gave a short glance to the white bed where I lay my head every night, and then towards the open bedroom door, into the quiet living halls.

This is home.

Quiet.
Peaceful.
Rhythmic.

Every day seems the same, or is it?

Life's a balancing game in many ways. Equally, we should try to have our own desire to balance. It's like a scale, in many ways. It can go one side, but not too much, or the scale will fall.

Home.
Home to me, is a place where there are no worries.
Home is where we rest, the place we escape from change, after participating in change, after causing change, after being on the receiving end of change.

Taking the glass cup with me, I walked back to the balcony, by now the sky is covered in a deep blue, with no stars in any part of the sky.

Looking at the cars speeding down the highway, a slight distance away, a slight distance below the balcony. Their lights streak past like a bolt of thunder, cutting through their slower counterparts and as they say, it's like the race we take part in every day.

Whilst standing, I felt the dry city breeze gracing my skin, it's once pure texture corrupted by the industrial fumes not far away, it's once calming feel tainted by the presence of man.

How I so relish and wish the sky was once again a painting of many blinking eyes, how I wish the wind was felt like the calming sea breeze it once was, how I wish the sun's rays are no longer harsh and uncompromising.

It's a distant memory now, something belonging to the past. It's a beauty driven to extinction by the vile forces of change.

And yet I relish and enjoy change so...

A hypocrite, I so feel inside, tormented by a desire to change, and yet retain tradition. Conflicted by a desire for radical improvement, and still I enjoy the status quo.

It feels like, being tugged between 2 directions, by two opinions.

Thus, there's nothing I relish more, than a profound inner peace. To finally let the 2 emotions come to a calm, to have a ceasefire and truce within.

And in this quiet, isolated sanctuary, I've taken my first step towards that peace.

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LOL! No exact direction, I just started typing and the thing wrote itself.

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Thursday, February 01, 2007

In the absence of any rationality

And more importantly, in the absence of any desire to perform anything minutely productive, but then again, by doing something, it can be said to be a productive activity, as per the benefit gained through whatever constant thought and writing can bring, nevertheless I am reluctant to believe that I am actually gaining any benefit, as the prospect and possibility of having a benefit ruins to joy associated to doing something to my detriment.

Yes, it is unfortunate, that right now, in my current idle and pointless state of mind, I am going to spend the next few minutes, or hours, rattling out a set of words somehow joined together to sound no different from a law textbook, in which, achieving it's ultimate goal of being totally confusing to everyone, except those who are specially trained to decipher the pile of bullshit intertwined and hidden beneath set of words specially designed to be vague.

Lack of focus, or more appropriately a lack of direction, is crucial shortfall of any attempt, as it totally ruins the process of doing anything, in which by typing this, I actually have no focus and direction except for 1 self imposed rule, which happens to be to make each sentence as long-winded and laden with pointless matter as my vocabulary and grammatically ability would allow.

No doubt in the process of writing this I have probably broken a few grammatical rules and would have invited the wrath of the bloodthirsty grammar nazis that lurk in the dark of the internet alleys, and I believe in no time at all they will soon catch on to the trail of blood I have left behind from writing such an article.

I can even hear the hounds barking already, and I suspect my time here is limited, thus I must condense as much as I can into this paragraph, and hopefully with adequate work, most of you will be able to comprehend the meaning hidden somewhere inside the pile of words and sentences, but I doubt most of you will even bother to read, after all, I'm no hot chick, where every word and sentence would be dissected to gather any trace of information.

Yet, am I inclined to do so? Do what, you may ask as I constantly hop from one pointless subject to another, making very long sentences in the process, which by now you have most probably have noticed. Oh wait, I already told you that was my intention, as such, you must be a total fool if you didn't know by now.

So tell me, what am I trying to do by writing long sentences? What purpose, what higher calling would drive a sane person to waste his time on typing chains of senselessness embellished to look slightly intellectual?

Like they say, you know, like those people who like to spit out philosophical junk every now and then love to say, the idle mind is the devil's theme park, and he's wrecking havoc on the unassuming world by pressing on the 'type long sentences' button somewhere in the control room, causing all the poor visitors of the theme park to be caught in a circus of mad lunatics, which by the way, the use of mad lunatics is actually a form of redundancy, as it means the same thing. See, the grammar overlords have finally caught up with me.

As I was saying, and when I say when I was saying, I do expect you to shut up and listen, because I think everyone likes to be listened to, and I expect, no.. I demand you to listen, because right now, I am feeling a little pissy, and anyone who crosses my path will get burned by a flametongue, which by the way, in games, a flametongue is usually associated to a sword of the fire element.

Oh, I got sidetracked again, anyway, back on the rant, anyone could see I broke so many grammar rules that by now my English teacher would just look at me and ask me to redo the whole essay all over again, but then, that's the whole point, breaking rules and wasting time, because, we humans are a miserable kind of people, we find fun in the most useless activities in the world, and to me, this is quite a handful of fun.

By now I suspect you are probably half asleep, as I'm literally bored, and by writing I'm actually trying to lul myself to sleep. The sound of the keyboard constantly tapping is like a lullaby sung by a mother to a baby, haunting yet calm, sweet and assuring, and right now, I need quite a lot of this mechanical lullaby as I'm having troubles going to sleep due to pain scatted all over my left arm and back.

I will waste ye time no more, I'm bored, and it's time for me to resign myself to bed and sink into the land of dreams, lost and wandering in it's countless facades, till the break of dawn comes tomorrow, and I'm forced to depart from the land where all it possible, and into the miserable world of lies and half-truths.

That's all for me, today.

-Looking for a fancy-schmancy nickname, out-

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