Friday, May 30, 2008
Erm
You know how some kids are just born talented? Or maybe they were just drilled quite badly by their parents? Either way, watch this 11 year old kid.
Mainly recommend this one, Rylynn - Sungha Jung
Sungha Jung - Mission Impossible Theme
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Thursday, May 29, 2008
XD
Aveline introduced me to AnyBand. All I can say, OMG
Love their promise U song. If you guys got time, check it out. Pretty damn cool. The MV too. (9 minutes though)
XD youtube it.
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Owh, check out Signature from Britain' Got Talent. Awesome. XD
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Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Ticking clock
Everyone's saying different things to me, saying different things to me...
Oooo~ Do you believe, what you see, it doesn't seem to be that anything real...
XD
Wasting my time, in the waiting line~
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Kiks Tyo x Aki Hoshino T shirt.. >< I want.
hahahaha.
Maybe I'll just buy it and hang it on my wall cos it's so fucking sexy.
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Monday, May 26, 2008
Not to mention a strong sense of frustration
Sometimes as we grow up, the desire to break free grows stronger. I'm not quite sure whether it's me, or the fact that our parents, try to rein us in more. Like they say, if you impose rules, they will be broken. It's that time in our life that we hate a sense of feeling locked up, and crave a sense of autonomy. Call it a sense of initial liberation, that comes in the period between high school and work. It's during this very same period that we feel the need to break out, to go places, to do things without our parents watching us, to do things that our peers find cool (or whatsoever), or something that reinforces our own sense of identity.
I sometimes feel that I'm tied to the family in more ways than I'd like. Curfew, expectations, limits on what I'd do. My excitement to work, and desire to work stems from a desire to escape from these parental barriers, and finally claim my life to be my own.
It's a problem that comes when you give your parents expectations, and it becomes an obligation to fulfill in. When it isn't fulfilled, they impose restrictions your activity, hoping to 'guide' or 'coax' you back into fulfillment of that expectation. It's a vicious cycle, fulfillment results in higher expectations, non-fulfillment results in limitations.
Anyway, recently I've seen an argument on winner's curse of auctions in finance, particularly concerning hostile bids for companies. Strangely, at that moment, I felt as if it related to the issue of relationships. Say item A is of equal value to all potential bidders, B-Z. Say, B-Z each makes a rough estimate of A's value, and thus correspondingly bid in relation to that value.
Say if A is worth 10 FV of NA+ 10 PV of future estimated benefits, thus A is worth 20. Now, say B to Z, say Z decides to bid for 50, due to a spur of the moment 'confusion', and therefore wins the bid. What does he get? Z incurs a loss of 30!, and A's original owners benefit by 30.
So technically, if you draw parallels to relationships, you pretty much can see where I'm heading with this analogy.
Thus, in truth, the person who usually is with the girl, is the one on the losing side. Suddenly it feels oddly funny. haha, but likewise, the argument can be said to go both ways, and that's when the argument falls apart. I guess generally speaking we just have to accept there's a benefiting party and a losing party, then.
I was taking a look at the mirror today. Not that I don't take a look in the mirror normally, but once in a while you'll just stare in the mirror and wonder what's wrong with yourself. Oddly, I find nothing wrong. HAHAHAHA Talk about ego gila!
Anyway, lucky I didn't agree to join both the Singapore and Lang Tengah trips. Suddenly my mom dropped a bombshell today, saying that I shouldn't have any plans in June since we'll be going back Kmn. Talk about being totally late with her announcements. I sometimes loathe her for being so random and unstructured. Seriously, Librans, bleh. With her mood swings and shit. Family can be a real drag with your own plans, sometimes.
Alright, that's all for today.
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Sunday, May 25, 2008
Bah
Indiana Jones was bleh.
Yes. BLEH~
The movie was average, at best. But the part about aliens? Alright, I can accept that, since it's just an average movie.
But the kids... omg.
Shit la.
Kept talking during the show, was darned annoying. Totally ruined the already average movie.
Well I guess every now and then, our luck will run out.
NVM. Looking forward to Wall-E, Hancock and Wanted.
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Saturday, May 24, 2008
Seek Faith In Times Of Darkness
I sometimes really admire people who would go so far, do so much, for people. They'd travel thousands of miles to meet their friends, and do so much just to see them again.
I sometimes am left to wonder, are we willing to sacrifice so much for our own kind? It's sad, but Malaysian society as a whole, is generally very self-centered and family-centered. No, it's not about the donations we give, we are very very generous with donations, but it's in other ways, the more subtle and indirect way that we display our concern that really shows a depth of caring well beyond just a monetary support.
If only we had the same courage and conviction, to jump on the next flight to Myanmar just to help distribute aid, not knowing whether we'll come back alive, perhaps my life wouldn't be the way it is now.
But life is littered with too many ifs.
I told my dad about the UK job offer thing, and I wondered whether I should sign up to travel a few thousand miles to work in a place foreign to me.
I wonder whether anyone can take such a gamble. I'm sure some wouldn't mind taking the risk, because inside they could accept what comes with such a decision.
I guess that's why they say hesitation can cause stagnation. We'd never take the leap beyond the pond.
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Friday, May 23, 2008
ppl ppl
We ppl are funny.
The things we do tend to push those we care about further. The more we care, the more we act like we don't. Funny, isn't it?
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Thursday, May 22, 2008
Nightmare Riders
Short fiction.
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It wasn't a good thing to see. Nor was it a good way to die.
They had quite a few ways to kill, most of which aren't particularly nice to think about.
Sometimes, here, at this side of the half-leveled city, the very sight of another human being isn't exactly a good thing, despite how preconditioned to socialize us humans are.
Perhaps that's what unnerves even the soldiers with the most iron hearts.
The fact that everyone, even a familiar face, may turn out to be an enemy.
To survive this war, one had to be paranoid, and be suspicious of everyone they meet in the fronts of war.
Commandos called back from the war fronts after long periods often reported an immense inability to fit in back into society.
It turns out long periods of paranoia has led to an inability to trust and form meaningful relationships, and even in normal soldiers who operate in groups, such behavior has been observed.
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Anyway, since I'm quite free today I'm actually reorganizing my music library.
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It wasn't a good thing to see. Nor was it a good way to die.
They had quite a few ways to kill, most of which aren't particularly nice to think about.
Sometimes, here, at this side of the half-leveled city, the very sight of another human being isn't exactly a good thing, despite how preconditioned to socialize us humans are.
Perhaps that's what unnerves even the soldiers with the most iron hearts.
The fact that everyone, even a familiar face, may turn out to be an enemy.
To survive this war, one had to be paranoid, and be suspicious of everyone they meet in the fronts of war.
Commandos called back from the war fronts after long periods often reported an immense inability to fit in back into society.
It turns out long periods of paranoia has led to an inability to trust and form meaningful relationships, and even in normal soldiers who operate in groups, such behavior has been observed.
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Anyway, since I'm quite free today I'm actually reorganizing my music library.
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
World Crumbling Down
I stared at the words, but they are just that, words in a page, in a book 300 pages thick. They, at times mean nothing, but I very well know there's a meaning hidden somewhere, some magic key that awaits to be unlocked, that gives a glimpse of what's what.
It's like reading a story at times, interspersed here and there are sub-tales, stories woven intricately into the fabric of the world, not obvious but somehow when we read, we know it's there. It's a tale outside the main story, outside the main event, an underlying theme ever present.
However, now, here, at this very moment, I'm not getting it. Perhaps it can be described as reading an entire novel, and realize at the end of it, you don't know anything. (which btw is why i don't read novels, never get the story)
I wonder whether it's my fault, or some power beyond my control acting to block the transference of knowledge encrypted in the walls of these tomes, that somewhere along the way, I lost the keys to the vault that holds everything.
I stared.
I looked.
Time and again it seems blocked, that no matter how I try, I'm not absorbing.
Maybe I should try again later.
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I wonder what makes us impatient on the road? I wonder what generally makes us impatient?
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Staring out the window, as the world passes by...
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Monday, May 19, 2008
Seekers
19th May 2008. Exactly 2 weeks before the beginning of the exams.
Do we have enough time?
Do you have enough time?
-_-
Anyway, I've been regularly playing Scrin lately, and for some odd reason I'm liking it more and more. They seriously remind me of Zergs, and the spamability (not sure it's a real word) of the seekers, gun walkers, buzzers and disintegrators is seriously good.
Against hard ai (yes I just play against bots despite having original), these idiots are getting horribly easy. So much for a challenge. May as well get back to starcraft and play 1 on 3, at least got some challenge. Wait, maybe I should try 1 on 2 for hard ai. Hahaha, sounds like a good prospect.
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P7 is just over. I must apologize for regularly sleeping in Mr Goh's class. It's just that on Friday night I went out to cc, and slept at 1/2am, so on Saturday, I was seriously exhausted. On Sunday, I had the terrible bad habit of waking up at 5am.
WHO THE FUCK WAKES UP AT 5am, on a fucking sunday! I swear, nobody in their sane mind (except those who have work). Hell, some of the dudes are just getting to bed at 5am! (after a good round of grinding, drinking, football or whatsoever)
God. I seriously didn't know why my body just automagically (by the way, this is an actual word according to IT dudes) wakes me up at 5am. It's like it's preprogrammed to sleep for a certain number of hours.
Bah. So half way through the day, after the melodic voice of our fine lecturer begins to hum inside your head like a hypnosis, we find ourselves being lulled into sleep.
It's like it's saying, 'your eyes are getting heavy, you are feeling sleepy...'
Did you know I almost fell asleep in a final exam last year? I swear. I really need to cut back on the afternoon naps. It's messing with my body routine, prompting me to be sleepy around 2-3. That's not good.
Anyway, yeah. that's about it... oh yeah, wait.
I'm replaying most wanted. Talk about being retardedly free.
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Went college to study today, met Julian to teach him stuff on p4.
The roads were fantastic to drive on Wesak day. Oh, yesterday morning I hit 150+kmph on the car. Quite good, I say.
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Anyway, next up, my emo-ish/philosophical-wannabe rant.
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Do you believe in horoscopes? I do. I always wanted to believe in them. Inside a part of me always felt they had to mean something. It tugged a part inside me that wanted to believe that there exists a greater will that guides us, that we are what we are when we were born, and what we do, has always been in line with what we would've done. It's like wanting to believe in god, but very well knowing that god is a personal matter, not one of religion.
I've researched Horoscopes thoroughly, from birth times, locations, the entire set of sun-moon-merc-venus-mars-jupiter-saturn-uranus-neptune-pluto-ascendant.
Perhaps it was feeding on a desire to just know about yourself, despite how conceited and biased how these horoscopes always sounded, as if no matter how you were born to be great, or some shit like that.
But then there's also those urban legends, like how Librans are the prettiest and most handsome, but terribly flighty and scheming, or Aquarians beings creatures that hover between solitude and hypersociable, and Leos being dominating.
Yet for all I tried to believe, I very well know how limited these sayings are.
Perhaps there's no way to know how you'll end up in the future.
Anyway, I heard the world's gonna end in 2012 according to some age old civilization that no longer exists. To be honest, I heard about it since I was much smaller, when I saw a documentary on that very same civilization, saying at the very end, how they foretold the end of the world in 2012. It's only recently the same doomsday scenario resurfaced.
To be honest, I'm getting a bit tired of this world. Perhaps a swift end, say... by way of a meteor strike, would be good.
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XD
ARGH I WANT MY OWN COMPUTER
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Sunday, May 18, 2008
Illustrated Virus
Laze around, eh?
I hope not this round.
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Friday, May 16, 2008
Constant Aggression.
I've been regularly playing CNC3 lately.
I notice a considerable shift from a traditional turtling to a more aggressive anti-harvester, when I play. Traditionally speaking I've always felt slow whenever I played CNC, but nowadays the current way of playing and the pace reminds myself of how I used to play Starcraft.
It's odd how the way you play different games differently, when actually, had I kept the same strategy from SC to CNC3, I would've played much better.
So much for trying new stuff, when it boils down to a simple phrase.
'Harvest more, build faster, larger army, better technology = win'
But the again, RTS's winning formula has remain largely unchanged. I don't quite of the intellectual ability to take up super-strategic turn-based games such as Civilizations.
I guess regular 20 minutes skirmishes are just much more entertaining than prolonged 5 hour world conquests.
XD
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It's been a while since I watched badminton.
Strange how Malaysians are very supportive of their badminton team.
I guess we're patriotic after all.
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Lately, lately.
Lately things been moving smoother than I expected.
Perhaps it's a sudden gust of good fortune blowing my way, though as with all spells of good fortune, it'll usually follow with disaster.
Anyway, onto my daily activities.
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Today I went and catch speed racer, pretty good movie, true to the original, so says moo. What really struck me was the graphics and cinematography, immensely impressive, as expected from the makers of the Matrix trilogy. It was a dizzying experience, as the frames assaulted the senses, with things flying everywhere.
Oddly though, I felt like a kid. Maybe that's what guys do when they see movies that come from their childhood.
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GAP presents
Marie Digby
Live in Kuala Lumpur
Fag suggested yesterday we go and watch, so yeah, we went all the way to 1utama to watch her perform. (it's free anyway) She's very fair skinned, slightly chubby though, but still very cute and pretty. Hahaha, but in the rather large crowd, there were quite a few rather good looking ones too, XD
What I found memorable was the Mix.fm competition of best rendition of Marie Digby's song, where there was these 3 peoples (finalists supposedly)
There's this 10 year old girl named Kimberly on the top 3, and she sang sooooooooooo much better than the other 2 finalists. Not to mention crowd support was with her too! Hahaha, great kid with great voice. Her rendition was very like Marie Digby's version. Very impressive.
Then there's this dude. Hahaha, epic fail, he even forgot the lyrics! (and he had a piece of paper in his hand) Hahaha, but could see he was really nervous, and he wasn't that sporting lah!
Then the 3rd contestant, wasn't worth mentioning because her singing was so so.
So, the small girl won! Got a free guitar for that.
Then it was a group from some online cover of Marie's song, apparently 2nd. Acoustic 39, so they called themselves.
The girl wasn't good and quite pitchy, but the 4 guys backing her up. WOW. They were really really good. Really impressed that Malaysians actually had decent acapella style artists. Really felt if they got a better lead, they'd stand a good chance at anything.
So yeah, then Marie's turn, played 5 songs, including what made her famous, her acoustic version of Rihanna's Umbrella. Hahahaha, and it was ironically the only song that the entire crowd knew how to sing. Goes to show how popular Rihanna is. XD
Then time to balik. Hahaha.
Enjoyed myself though. Any day with movies, live performances and girls is a good day. XD
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Do You Believe In Fate?
Do you believe in fate?
If someone were to told you, that fate, and destiny brought you to have the life you have now, what would you do?
If fate determined who you will spend the rest of your life with, will you tempt fate and try for something else, knowing very well it will probably lead to suffering?
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These days, cyclone, earthquakes...
The dissemination of disasters at unprecedented speeds has led to a society motivated by fear.
Ironic, that a more connected society has also led to a more insular culture.
There's something that bugs me at the back of my head that goes,
'When mankind stops trusting it's fellow neighbors, doom is just at it's doorstep.'
I hope not.
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Monday, May 12, 2008
Feeling so insignificant
Once in a while I get a sense of insignificance in our lives, that our existence has little meaning, other than a mere soldier in a war of billions. What we can do is so limited, what we know is so little, who we meet is so few, what we are is only just one person.
I wonder why.
Perhaps it's a sense of impending doom, perhaps I've met a soothsayer or prophet in my dreams, predicting a future I wouldn't dare imagine.
Insignificance.
Life is so frail.
So easy to extinguish, so easy to die.
To live, is hard.
The world sees us as a mere number. From above, up in the skies, it would take nothing more than a huge asteroid on a collision course the end mankind as we know it.
Does our choices matter?
It matters to us, and maybe to those most affected by our choices.
Yet each of us makes many choices in our lives, countless, subconscious choices, and they've affected those around us in ways we wouldn't have known.
Perhaps I should learn a little gratitude, that me being here today is a product of the choices everyone made.
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The more I read, the more I know, the more I find what we learn, ACCA, has very little meaning. We place too much emphasis on what we choose, on how we do, on how we perform, and yet in face of mounting complexity of the world today, what we know isn't enough.
In a world rife with internationalized crime and connections, what's the meaning of all the accountability and assurance we try to provide? What is law when laws do not cross bothers?
What stops us from committing a criminal act, is not the punishment itself, but the fear of it's possibility.
It's not actually punishing, but giving society a sense that all crimes will be punished, and soon it deters us. Criminal activities are becoming more powerful, despite what everyone says.
Perhaps we don't feel it, but in the chaos of some nations, crime becomes a crucial balancing factor to reinforce social order.
What would stop us from being robbed and murdered today, or tomorrow?
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When one have a great sense of insignificance, he, in face of mounting disorder, will craves a sense of order and security. Even if this comes from mob rule.
I wonder why.
Perhaps it's a sense of impending doom, perhaps I've met a soothsayer or prophet in my dreams, predicting a future I wouldn't dare imagine.
Insignificance.
Life is so frail.
So easy to extinguish, so easy to die.
To live, is hard.
The world sees us as a mere number. From above, up in the skies, it would take nothing more than a huge asteroid on a collision course the end mankind as we know it.
Does our choices matter?
It matters to us, and maybe to those most affected by our choices.
Yet each of us makes many choices in our lives, countless, subconscious choices, and they've affected those around us in ways we wouldn't have known.
Perhaps I should learn a little gratitude, that me being here today is a product of the choices everyone made.
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The more I read, the more I know, the more I find what we learn, ACCA, has very little meaning. We place too much emphasis on what we choose, on how we do, on how we perform, and yet in face of mounting complexity of the world today, what we know isn't enough.
In a world rife with internationalized crime and connections, what's the meaning of all the accountability and assurance we try to provide? What is law when laws do not cross bothers?
What stops us from committing a criminal act, is not the punishment itself, but the fear of it's possibility.
It's not actually punishing, but giving society a sense that all crimes will be punished, and soon it deters us. Criminal activities are becoming more powerful, despite what everyone says.
Perhaps we don't feel it, but in the chaos of some nations, crime becomes a crucial balancing factor to reinforce social order.
What would stop us from being robbed and murdered today, or tomorrow?
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When one have a great sense of insignificance, he, in face of mounting disorder, will craves a sense of order and security. Even if this comes from mob rule.
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Sunday, May 11, 2008
Krabi Krabi
KRABI ISLAND TRIP, THAILAND. (NEAR PHUKET)
Took a look at Krabi island.. it'll cost about Rm1k if we fly there.
Flight ticket to and fro, 20th June Depart, 25th June come back, costs RM420 or so (airasia)
Room, twinshare/triples RM50 a day, 5 nights = Rm250
Food, etc etc budget another Rm300
so comes up to Rm1k.
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(4 days 3 nights, I prefer the 1k above)
If we leave on 22th, back on 25th, price also about the same , Rm400
Rooms, Rm200 (3 nights, 70 a night)
Food etc budget another Rm200
Rm800 total.
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Why and how?
Main activity -
Doing nothing. kayaking, if interested. Travel around, lots of boat trips around the area, and generally island hopping.
Phuket isn't too far away and if bored, Phuket supposedly is just 2 hours drive away.
Main Risk -
Cyclone!!!!
Tsunami!!!!
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Anyone interested?
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Saturday, May 10, 2008
One day..
One day we'll wake up and realize that we could be one of the 100,000 lives lost in a cyclone while on a holiday to some island.
One day it's hit us and find out that the person we were so close to just passed away when he was walking by the roadside, smashed into a wall by an out of control car.
One bad day a brick could fall on us, and realize that for all we wanted, we didn't deserve to have anything more than what we have now.
One unlucky day we'll fall sick and find out we have a life-threatening disease.
One day, maybe you too, will fall in love, get a partner, get married and realize that love is overrated and all you lived for is a waste.
One day, a few years down the road, that person you used to find so annoying is now a multimillionaire, living the life you've always wanted to live.
One day you may wake up from the bed, realizing you don't feel the same anymore, even though you're the same person you were yesterday.
Maybe one day, we'll all be happy, and I'll be free.
One day it's hit us and find out that the person we were so close to just passed away when he was walking by the roadside, smashed into a wall by an out of control car.
One bad day a brick could fall on us, and realize that for all we wanted, we didn't deserve to have anything more than what we have now.
One unlucky day we'll fall sick and find out we have a life-threatening disease.
One day, maybe you too, will fall in love, get a partner, get married and realize that love is overrated and all you lived for is a waste.
One day, a few years down the road, that person you used to find so annoying is now a multimillionaire, living the life you've always wanted to live.
One day you may wake up from the bed, realizing you don't feel the same anymore, even though you're the same person you were yesterday.
Maybe one day, we'll all be happy, and I'll be free.
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Thursday, May 08, 2008
Odd confession
Over time it's easy to realize how some people are. It's easy to tell those who yearns to belong to groups, and would follow it's will, or those who break away. Sometimes we live life realizing that some people are frankly, quite spineless. We realize how the group dynamics work, and how the order of things are.
Perhaps it's a confusion on commitment, perhaps it's a sense of belonging that these individuals need, a sense that they need someone to call someone their own.
I've felt one shouldn't get into relationships for the sake of it, and I suppose whilst it's highly applicable for the person I gave this advice to, I feel perhaps feel it's application can be very much widened. Perhaps friends too shouldn't be just for the sake of being friends, but we should look towards something deeper than a superficial friendship.
A girl I've known only recently asked me once, about how many people I would regard as really close friends in college. Or secondary. Or primary.
It's inevitable, though, amongst guy friends that these guys end up devoting their entire lives to their girlfriends. Or we lose contact. I know a lot share the feeling that they feel their primary and secondary friends are more 'real', and more 'close'. I've wanted to wonder why.
Perhaps as we grow older, we find it harder to be friends, just out of a desire to reach out and connect. I find that depressing. I hope, to those that I know today, we won't lose touch. I feel this is very relevant, because once I start working, I wonder when we'll ever meet again.
(i sound pretty soppy, eh. blame it on the runny nose and the fever)
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ACCA. Why I feel students are having problems.
It's inevitable that taking a professional course like ours, we're relegated to those no-lifers who just spend their time in lecture theaters sleeping, and later on finding ourselves mugging like mad simply because we don't understand.
I honestly sympathize with those who find themselves lost.
The proper way ACCA should be thought, it is in my opinion, over a 4 1/2 year period.
CAT itself should be 1 1/2 years, not the 1 year express course it currently is. A clear weakness, I must say, and all lecturers have often said, is a poor appreciation of the basic principles, and the underlying reasons for accounts.
I've sometimes told myself, and to some others, that to really appreciate accounts, we must have a good sense of it's boundaries, what it can, and what it cannot do. A good knowledge beyond accounts, a good appreciation of flow of transactions, and the limits of accounting as a form of simplified explanation to users.
Sad to say, a large majority of ACCA students, even prizewinners have a very poor sense of what's what. Now, I myself find myself going back to basics to understand why some things are a certain way. It's not technical understanding of the standard, but instead a clear idea of what a simple transaction is, and why it needs to be done.
CAT itself should have drilled the concepts of present value of money, double entry, cash and non-cash items well into the heads of the students, and it's pervasiveness throughout the entire accounting course.
When the very basic understanding of all these transactions aren't even well built, rushing them to take a higher level exam based on the very same principles, will undoubtedly be asking for trouble.
Hahaha, I guess I shouldn't say so much, lest I offend someone.
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It's about 10.24 now. I should be sleeping. My phone is upstairs, I'm looking towards getting a new one, because my current one isn't too reliable.
My monitor died on me today. Perhaps it's telling me something. Perhaps it's a sign that one shouldn't keep holding on to the past.
Change.
Perhaps I should take my own advice and consider changing.
Yeah. I got my monitors replaced with a working one.
But it's really about time for me to move on.... to the new computer.
Anyway, good night. Sleep well.
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Monday, May 05, 2008
It feels like ages
Bleh, it seems like ages since I had a last blog post, no?
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P$, wait.. P4's EDC is over. The $ wasn't intentional, but I figured it's be a nice touch, seeing how it's a topic dealing with cashflow in more ways than one. Yeah.. It's over. And damn it, I'm screwed. Well, not actually screwed la, but yeah, screwed. Erm,... what?!
Anyway, so what I have been doing the past few days, other than posting random blog items about randomly nothing. Yes, today's word of the day, is RANDOM, and SCREWED. A test of how a randomly screwed blogpost can sound so screwingly random. Yes, yes... I realize I just invented a word, dear spellchecker, so can you stop underlining it with an underlying red line?
I must say that this spellchecking mechanism is screwed up, due to random red lines popping up all over the place.
Why, it almost feels like blogging now involves a grammar teacher, redlining any word that doesn't exist.
Sad. Let us express ourselves the way we see fit, and rid us of this foul contraption! I blame BLOGGER. Actually, I blame google for putting this thing on blogger. Anyway, as usual, I'm very prone of getting sidetracked, blame a side of me that loves to be random and suddenly jumps to do something else, so what I was doing initially is now left to be screwed.
Alright, that doesn't sound quite right. Ah, forget it. Let's be random and talk about... say... Erm... something else.
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LABOUR DAY
Oh. I watched orang besi already. It was a pretty damn good movie, and Robert Downey Jr was impressive as Tony Stark, head of Stark Industries, joined Moo, Sora, sean and talldude at summit for the movie.
Yeah, shopping went pretty badly, since the sizes don't quite fit. Anyway, forget that.
Erm.. went arcade before the movie, because IRONMAN was at 5, and we were.. well, being usual dudes with nothing much to do, we went and spend it at the goddamned arcade. Admittedly on a holiday, summit was very crowded. Good news really, now Summit can start with a makeover of their lifts and escalators, and also their lighting. It's pretty gloomy, really. Especially the higher floors.
Anyway, what did we play... oh, we played Raiden on some super old machines. I'm quite sure the machine has been there for... 8 years at least. Hell, the controllers are terribly fucked, and yet, being a classic... it was classically money-wasting. I think I spent about Rm4 on that game alone (btw it's 1 credits per game, RM0.5). Hahaha, but it's been a while since I felt it was money so well spent.
Then.. well.. we played shit like KOF. HAHAHA. Funny.. and the fat dude with the iron ball was fake... So was Iori. But Iori is usual la, gay motherfucker. Hahaha, but thankfully none of us were super pro that type... Seriously KOF reminds me of Ah Ren who can solo all the way to hardest difficulty in KOF98, with near perfect timing of combos.
Anyway.. played something I don't know what, but to those who've been to the Summit arcades before, there's this drum game near the entrance. I swear, my hands hurt after a round of that. Erm.. moo was playing tekken.. as usual. the tekken dude.
Then.. erm yeah... we had mcds.. For some reason the Vanilla Ice Cream Cone was only Rm0.55. We were like.. er.. .wtf? Oh did you know Cadbury raised their prices? I didn't know that.
So there's your infotainment (wtf this word is not redlined! It's a valid word?!) for the day.
Yep.
Then it was a rush to send the 3 buggers home and join some 3 other buggers at pyramid for dinner.
Well, if it was any consolation, the girl at the door, waitress or whatever at Italianies was cute. Alright, her face wasn't that cute.. but her slit skirt... *stares* Oh, as they say in US, nice ass too.
LOL, anyway, great to meet these idiots again, having not met them for a while.
It's ironic really, that all the secondary people I call friends are doing things different from mine. I like it that way. It's healthy, rather than an homogeneous environment like our ACCA, so they say.
Anyway, the dinner @ Italianies was pricey, set us back Rm31 per person, but I believe, food is a necessity, and good food should be a joy to consume. Admittedly that Angel whatever was terrible. Tasted worse than maggi mee, and that's a real insult. I mean, how low can you get? Being compared to maggi mee is.. ergh.. terrible. But thankfully my own choices were pretty decent, the pizza/chicken for instance. Still, I really felt I shouldn't have paid for that angel whatever shit. Horrible.
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Yeah. Then well over the weekends I had the miserable P$, I mean, P4 EDCs. Other than being victims of endless insults and dirty jokes, we had to contend with not understanding how the questions seemed to pop out of random sections of the syllabus. It was to say the least, unnerving.
I guess that's all for today.
Btw, anyone interested go yumcha with me @ halo cafe after june at night? i've always wanted to go to the place and get a taste of their environment.
Oh the bar/lounge/bistro whatever it's called next to Italianies look pretty cool too. Saw a rich couple inside drinking. Looks all plush, and funky. Hahaha, maybe one day.
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Yeah, that's all for today's randomly short and screwed post.
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Friday, May 02, 2008
WOW
It's hard not to feel envy when you see them doing this you've always wished you could be privileged enough to do. Say, like... going to an Ivy league institution in US or learn stuff you've always wished you were mature enough to take up when you were much younger.
For instance... learning a musical instrument (if i had interest when I was much younger), getting a black belt in taekwondo (not hard, I could've had it if I wasn't stupid enough to quit half way through), or take up a foreign language.
Over time, it becomes very clear that when we are out to do something, might as well be damned ass good at it. At least you have something to offer, something to give.
Bleh. If only I could go back about 10 years back when I was only 10. Perhaps I'd know what I could've changed.
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Fuck thinnest
I realize that being thin, and tall has it's problems. I realized that generic formal wears, going by the measurements of S, M, L and XL are all disgustingly not made for me.
There's 2 ways to go it. Take M, and the sleeves aren't long enough. Take XL, and it's like a freaking shirt I wear to sleep in. Terrible, really.
Thankfully I am not alone in this predicament and many of my peers are of my figure, tall, thin and long hands, and so according to them, I should move upmarket.
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Thursday, May 01, 2008
Bamboo Forest
My parents are seriously getting ahead of themselves, bringing me shopping for formal wear. (although cheap ones...)
It's as if they are so confident I'm gonna clear all 4 papers this semester.
Besides, I only start in September... HAIZ
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I hope sometimes. It's a funny thing, this hope. So long there's a trace of it, we'll keep on holding on. I'm not quite sure whether it's good or bad, though.
Holding on to a dream too far has brought nothing but misery.
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Hmm, today should be fun. Although admitted my parents are putting a spanner in my plans.
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