Sunday, September 30, 2007
Rules:
1. The tag victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.
2. Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.
3. Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.
4. If you are tagged the second time, there is NO need to do this again.
5. Lastly, and most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.ok~ here we go...
1. Female, DUH!!!!!!!!! What you think I gh3y are? (actually if someone rich, uberhot and ubernice comes along.... that gay-phobia can be solved.)
2. Height ar... must not be too different from me lor.. maybe around 165-170 would be fine la. But I don't feel height is that much of a big deal la.
3. Not a smoker too! I absolutely despise the practice of smoking, although I can't quite blame the people who smoke.
4. Erm, I prefer a girl I can spend time talking over nothing with. The type that can make even the weather an interesting and funny topic.
5. Well mannered. I admit I'm not the best of examples when it comes to manners, but that's why my partner should be otherwise, eh?
6. Not much family, personal liability. (aka not much burden on their shoulders) Aka, family doesn't have to be rich, but shouldn't be in debt, owe ahlongs etc, or owe ppl 'ren qing' alot. I don't think raising a family can proceed well if always spend time earning money to settle debts or fulfill obligations to others.
7. Responsible, loyal and caring. DUH. Speaks for themselves isn't it? In the absence of love, or the deterioration of love, there should always be responsibility to take it's place. The foundation of any long term
8. Above average and cute would do. I'm quite a worrywart, and imagine how worried about my gf's safety if she's a hot chick, who might get into lots of trouble just because she's hot. Above average is just fine by my standards. Furthermore, too hot oso sure kena spannar.. hahaha.
I tag!
1. You
2. yuu
3. Yours truly.
4. Ni
5. U
6. Kamu
7. Anda
8. Awak
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Saturday, September 29, 2007
MUG
Mugging time. Seriously.
Can't afford to waste time lazing around like I have all eternity. I'm not sure how it'll end up in the end if it keeps being this way.
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Haiz
You know how many of us think our parents are usually very smart in business and money... well, I don't. I constantly find myself feeling helpless when I see them spending money where it's not worth spending.
Yesterday I 'argued' with dad about him entering into some MLM scheme. I knew it was a scam, paying so much for some milk powder that actually you can get outside.
These people pretty much brainwashed my dad, in some sense, his non-financial background pretty much made him so much more gullible.
In fact, many of my friends too get the illusion that money is very easy to make, it's very easy to strike it rich. I very much know that what they doing is just not going to end well, they well end up losing their 'investment'. Illusions. Forex, because George Soros made it big. Go and try doing how he did. He got lucky that his super high leverage didn't get screwed.
It's like gambling, you know. Really. You can lose everything you put in.
I don't mind if the amount you invest is small, but when I hear how my dad seems to buy into the idea, and even pushes it to my aunt and all, I feel that he's so pathetic, like a salesman desperate for sales, like some fella who just suddenly found god and starts praising him everywhere.
Bullshit, really. When you deal with money, it's a simple Godfather philosophy. It's just business, get any of that empathy and feminist feelings out of you. You always want to be at the better end of the deal.
I guess it's a problem when you can see through the scams like a glass house, how selling an image, selling a concept for dieting seems to cast a concept into their mind that it's worth the exorbitant premium.
I guess I can blame it on his environment.
It's a better deal that previously, but the foundation is, it's not a better deal. It's not even worth the deal at any sense.
Lifestyle changes can be internally motivated. What's the point of paying so much?
No doubt sometimes I get into such problems too, but at least later on I realize, and now I want to start changing.
Personally, from previous experiences, I hate being scammed. I know I'm being scammed, and yet sometimes I still give in. It's like falling in love. You know it's bad for you but you still want it. I'm the con-artist here, I see the tricks you playing. And yet I still let you con me because I still don't have the cruel heart to cut you off and knock you out of your illusion.
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Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Hmm
Got kinda bored lately, so decided to follow some dramas.. yes. Soap operas to those that call them so, but if you have something funnier to recommend, please do so. I'm just too bored and being idle makes me think of all sorts of stupid and silly things..
Aka, the wrong devil is working in there, so here's what I've been following.. Just started actually, but found them quite funny...
Both involve boyish girls. ^_^
And
of course, the Japanese version of Hanakimi...
God knows why I think girls that look like pretty boys are pretty damn cute.
Haha, both have boy-ish girls...
And sincerely speaking, I think the girl in hanakimi is darn cute la.
And sincerely speaking, I think the girl in hanakimi is darn cute la.
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Monday, September 24, 2007
Mika - My Intepretation
You talk about life, you talk about death,
And everything in between,
Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.
You talk about me, and you talk about you,
And everything I do,
Like it's something, that needs repeating.
I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
The things we left unsaid,
Are only taking space up in our heads.
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
and toss me up and down,
It doesn't matter now.
[ chorus ]
'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.
The first two weeks turn into ten,
I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen,
Does it really matter?
If half of what you said is true,
And half of what I didn't do could be different,
Would it make it better?
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If we forget the things we know.
Would we have somewhere to go?
The only way is down, I can see that now.
[ chorus ]
It's really not such a sacrifice
If I never talk to you again,
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.
And it don't have to make no sense to you at all,
this is my
interpretation, yeah, yeah,
yeah.
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Summaries
Couldn't sleep, woke up 5am in the morning bothered by it, so here's a piece to release the frustration out.
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I'm not sure how to begin, but I'll start with an apology. All those things, the snide remarks, the sarcastic notes, the slightly insulting way of looking at things, I sincerely do not mean it. Really. In my eyes, I almost never mean any of the insults I say, but I say them hopefully to lighten you day, hoping maybe you'd see that to me, it's cute.
It's like being a fan, of a singer. You don't go and insult them, and deep inside you think they are perfect, but whenever they stumble you notice and maybe make a funny remark about how bad their hair is, who's the stupid hairstylist and makeup artist. I may sound like I think you're terrible, but honestly, if I felt you are terrible, I won't even talk to you to begin with. To me, a hopelessly mesmerized fan, it's just trying to win a little of your attention.
It's like a baby and his or her parents, they cry, they do funny things, all hoping they'd notice, and maybe smile a little. To a baby of few months, their parent's reaction means the world to them.
I don't know whether it's because I'm really that terrible with words, or the internet makes the words so flat and emotionless that I sound mean, or it's just you having problems understanding me over the web.
But no matter who, or what is at fault, every time a joke ends up being treated like it's a serious insult, I feel it's my bloody fault, and left me losing sleep, wishing I was a much more charming, much more capable of expressing my thoughts.
It's like namewee, trying to express his patriotism, and belief that the country could be so much better if we tried, but ends up being insulted for degrading the country when it's exactly the opposite. It's like a cliché out of a movie, where the guy tries to hold them closer, but only ends up pushing them further away.
I'm not quite sure what to do anymore. It's like the disillusionment after a long spell of illusions, the feeling that I'm very tired of trying that I wish I could just stop, or very tired of being misunderstood that one wishes to just stop talking altogether.
I don't think it should be this way and sincerely, I wished there was another way. I guess it just shows you don't know me well enough to know the bad things I say is always meant as a joke, a small brick meant to jumpstart topics, hoping for you to reveal a little more of yourself.
It's too late now to save things.
But I hope it's never too late to say how deeply humbled and sorry I am, that all this while I made you feel that I'm a little mean with my words.
Good night, and if it was really really up to what I wanted...
I'd do it every minute of the day.
But yeah, too bad, eh?
-
Dear Sharee, try to beat this in terms of emo-ness.
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Sunday, September 23, 2007
Let's do a little discussion on future.
It dawns on me that suddenly, in less than a year I'll be working (if all goes well, which it most likely will), and I will have to start on planning how my future will be like.
Future is something, whilst we cannot control, but we should plan and prepare.
My parents were talking abouts houses, and suddenly, I wondered what type of house I'd like.
So, the following will be an elementary topic...
I feel that a house, is one's personal space and expression, a place where he relaxes, and rests. And as such, it's very important that it has a sense of freedom, demonstrated by wide doors, wide walkways, wide living spaces.
Well, it doesn't have to be big, but must give the illusion of space, but it has to well-lit, comfortable, and the furnitures don't block walking paths. It cannot feel cramped, because I believe when one rests in a place where he feels cramped, one is not truly rested.
In short, comfort, space and lighting are the core principles on how to design and decorate your home, and also, it should be devoid of artistic items, as often, our tastes changes over time and we'll find ourselves hating the things we get, because back then we liked it!
Space is very critical, because over the years, we accumulate things that have a personal value to us, and our homes is not just made to fit the things we need for today, but for the potential stuffs in the many years ahead.
I like cars. And the road, the gate, should allow ease of movement, not requiring complex turns. The house doesn't need to fit more than 2 cars, since I won't have more. If I could afford more than 2, chances are I'd be rich enough to get a bigger house anyway!
Toilet? I believe in one thing. BIG FREAKING WATER PRESSURE. I hate usj's water supply that feel like it's pissing. -_- (or at least, my toilet) And maybe a tub.
Hahaha.
I had very weird ideas for houses before.
I used to want to buy two shops, the bottom being the garage, and the top being my house.... Hahaha, which I felt was quite reasonable, until I looked at the price of shops these days.
A house like what I mentioned above will set me back about 500-600k in present terms. In a few more years, it may go up.
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Saturday, September 22, 2007
The night is my companion
Just an experiment, probably alot of faults. after all, I rarely do this type of stories. But one must always be willing to try what one fears the most.
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1.30pm, at the shop around the corner, so the message goes. A slightly cloudy day, maybe a little windy too, quite the right weather for a walk, and quite the right time to meet for lunch and a little banter over a cup of coffee. She arrived slightly early, and took a seat at a corner, on a table for two.
She took a short glance at her silver timepiece he gave, breathed a short sigh and looked around. The shop, designed in a cozy and homely kind of motive, was one of the popular places to spend the afternoon.
She couldn't quite resist feeling out of place, because everyone there had a friend, or someone who's more than a friend.
Incomplete.
All because she waited alone, and the misery of not having someone to talk to despite a bad craving to do so.
She looked at her watch again, 1.35pm. 8 minutes of waiting, 8 minutes of feeling alone despite surrounded with people. It's an odd thing of large cities, surrounded by people but not their warmth and care.
Unable to hide her discomfort, she called for a cup of steamed milk, and took a free newspaper at the counter. She wondered where he was, what he's doing, why he isn't here yet, and looked at phone, somehow hoping for a call, a message. A little note to ease her mind, a little whisper over the phone to calm her sea of worries.
Waited, yet nothing. She called, but no one picked up. She called again. And again.
Milk's finished, and she tried to read the paper in her hands. But her heart was long somewhere else, distracted.
Then...
'Hey.'
She turned. And like the rainbow after the rain, her day was great again.
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Hahahah, damn, I need more practice. Chick lit is so hard to write. >_<
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Friday, September 21, 2007
Mika's Happy Ending
Happy Ending lyrics
This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.
Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life
Can't get no love without sacrifice
If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well
A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell
This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'
And I'm wastin' everyday
This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.
2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind
Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around
If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep
I can think that we just carried on
This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'
And I'm wastin' everyday
This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.
A Little bit of love, little bit of love
Little bit of love, little bit of love [repeat]
I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'
And I'm wastin' everyday
This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
To live the rest of our life,
But not together.
---
Quite a nice song, if you're slightly emo. ^_^
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Like A Stone
Sat at the corner, his eyes seemed to look at the lecturer, but he doesn't see him. His mind was distant, lost in a daze, and his hazel eyes reflected his mental flight. Quiet and trapped in his thought, whatever occurred around was no concern to him.
The class was no less than 150, and noise was everywhere the moment the lecturer stopped. Yet he was oblivious, as if there was a soundproof barrier in his mind, ignorant of all that normally would've bothered him to no end. Normally no one would notice, and as expected, nobody did.
He continued there, motionless for a few minutes, then a slight adjustment of his posture and position to seem attentive, and just as quickly, he was back in the endless labyrinths of the human dreamland.
His thoughts, were disturbed, akin to an undercurrent beginning to surface from the deep oceans after long eons of hiding. One could wonder what keeps one chained to the back of his conscience, forever living in fear of the past...
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Lol, need to start getting some practice before jumping back into the game.
So here's another one.
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Crouched behind the bush, his heart raced, bloodstreams filled with a rush of adrenaline, and his forehead began to sweat. His fingers' grip on his gun tightened, the tip of his index finger on the trigger, ready to start firing the moment he felt he was discovered.
'DUB!'
Inside he was saying his prayers, his mind in a cloud of fear, yet alert and ready, driven by sheer force of will.
'DUB!!' It was closer, somewhere around 3 meters away.
His head was covered in sweat, his ripped t-shirt wet from the moisture of the jungle, and the sweat he made. The fear drove his heartbeat wild, and his heart seemed to beat so loud, he feared it could hear him and discover his location.
'DUB!!' But the step was slightly faint, and he knew the creature was slightly further. But it was still only 4-5 meters distance.
Suddenly, there was a burst of static noise, followed by weird sounds. Whatever it was, the creature started to run, in a distance. 'DUB!' 'Dub' 'dub' 'dub' Soon the creature couldn't be heard anymore.
It was sheer luck that it didn't find him. He knew next time, he might not be so lucky.
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Monday, September 17, 2007
A few of your habits are veering into 'bad' territory -- be careful of the slippery slope you're on. If you push things too far, you will go slip sliding away! Today, add a little more discipline to your life and say 'no' more often
The above is an excerpt of today's capricorn forecast.
I think it's about time I rein in my habit of ridiculously dangerous driving. It's getting more and more frequent that it's not fun anymore! Once in a while, the thrill and excitement is still there la, but darn, I really ought to control it!
Must resist.
Must say no to dangerous driving.
I think it's about time I rein in my habit of ridiculously dangerous driving. It's getting more and more frequent that it's not fun anymore! Once in a while, the thrill and excitement is still there la, but darn, I really ought to control it!
Must resist.
Must say no to dangerous driving.
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Sunday, September 16, 2007
Want to sleep
Feel like sleeping. Darn la.. hahaha
Anyway, study lor...
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Saturday, September 15, 2007
Recently
Recently been looking up some songs, found and started to like a few.
And the music escapade has done good to my mood, cheering my life up significantly, because they are those rather upbeat rhythmic songs. So, life's been pretty good, and hopefully will remain so.
PT for audit is next saturday, so.. time to study too! ^_^
Life's not a bed of roses, but you can look at it through rose-tinted glasses! ^_^
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Friday, September 14, 2007
Technical Awareness
I'm not quite sure how to start this post but the first thing that swamped the core of my conscience was a rush, an urge, to just type something out. As such, I will.
It is likely that this will end up shorter or longer than I intended, but that is not the point.
Blogging is one of the few ways one, as in me, releases my frustration out, because the feeling and music of the rattling keyboard as the keys get pressed soothes my emotions. It's just a raw need to be doing something at any one time, and not find myself inundated in a flood of restlessness and boredom. One could say the very act of an activity is justification of such activity in itself, just as how some may want to be involved in something, just to feel involved.
I am perhaps, or more appropriately, not an exception, only and merely a human, nothing more.
These limitations that bind us, hold me back, tie the world down frustrates me. It's frustrating to feel what we do is to no avail, because right about every other bugger is a bastard, one way or another. Bastards, is too soft a label, in fact. My frustration is like volcano, I don't like myself being pushed around to others benefit without benefit for myself.
I like to work. I found out that recently that working in a stable rhythm provided me with a sense of security and place in the future, and present, that I am of some use to someone. I read a review of a book recently in newsweek, about mother theresa, and it bothered me somewhat.
Amused, in another angle, but I was further distressed by how someone who seemed to have a grand purpose in life felt like she has lost her direction, that inner voice that tells her where to go.
And perhaps me too. I do not view myself inferior, or superior, we are all humans, and as such not infallible. That lack of a grand dream, a sense of purpose, a feeling that there is a calling of destiny to drive one's life to one's dreams is perhaps the most tormenting of torments, the seemingly endless void in one's mind that does nothing but make one question one's own motives.
One would say I need religion, and my answer to you is, bullshit. I do not think you have a greater sense of direction than I do, and perhaps it's about time you start to learn a little humility. Very few, close to none, in fact, have that raw aura that they are god-sent for a purpose.
I believe in god, I do not deny that. Just not your god. As such one could not be an aetheist, as I believe in god, but not by the doctrines passed down the generations. I have faith that moral principles are stronger than words of books, though they could be a medium for each other.
Dream.
A simple word, but the driving force of change.
Nations changed because of a person's dream. A mortal's dream can alter the course of our future.
But where's our grand dream?
Our country is at a lack of a grand purpose, it's statements now a flowery phrase but hollow within.
Little wonder that we, it's minute citizens, insignificant when compared to the ever-expanding fabric of life, is no different, flowery but hollow, loud like an empty can.
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Gawd, that felt good. Typing is such a great method of releasing stress.
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>_<
I'm going nuts, can anyone go and watch this?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHx2GnaLQjU
Tell me what's the bloody background music? I want it so freaking bad!
Aiks, found out. Wang Lee Hom's dream again.. -_-
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Thursday, September 13, 2007
Hitomi~
Happy Birthday to both Pei Li and Pei Ting,
and congratulations, may you enjoy your time together.
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Wednesday, September 12, 2007
2 million
Mjollnir has killed the damage test! Dealing 2,000,000 damage.
FUCKING HAPPY SIA.
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I have a dream.
I like cars. I'm not very good at driving or fixing them, but I like cars.
So occasionally when in class i feel so far away from what I like to do.
I love to draw, not very good at them, nor do i get ideas, but I love to draw.
So every now and then when I draw, I feel so distant from love, in a world filled with words and numbers but not pictures, colors.
I like to play games, not pro but do wish to improve,
yet in this time is far and few, future bleak and life stressful, and one wish one could have a life other than this.
I'm into music, I'm a total failure at it, but I still like it.
And once in a blue moon I wish the sounds around me are those of music, not noise.
But one must come to realize that what one loves, is rare and fleeting, and perhaps that is why it is loved. Rarity, scarcity and absence makes one crave it.
Perhaps people too. Absence makes the heart grow fonder? Absence makes us overlook their faults.
I have a dream.
A dream renewed every night, a wish crushed every day.
A brutal cycle, a maddening rhythm.
What's left is a madman who's tired of wishing, and just wants to sleep.
(Emo meter is off the charts man.. hahaha, but actually I'm not emo. But I feel I'm going to be emo soon, so let the pressure out before it accumulates like a volcano. ^_^)
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007
ARGH!
Absolutely the worse PT ever!
Anyway, have to start studying liao. We ain't gonna pass if this goes on man!
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Monday, September 10, 2007
Bleh
When you're up in the sky, you need a good reminder every now and then that what you have, may just vanish. Failing a few papers, (although I know it's not my fault, in part), is a great such reminder. Some of you say I'm quite bloody set in life, but it's things like this that sometimes I wonder how I'd let my own future go astray. (well not really, but a bad event cannot be a habit. evolution prevents it)
There's a saying I told myself once, and even used it as a theme of my writings,
mankind's downfall is it's own doing.
Yeah, I know, no big deal, just a fail a paper of so mar... Nothing la, hor?
Hahaha.
For a person who has nothing to fall back on other than one's academic achievements, (yes I'm a square), it's like losing your purpose. (wonder why some nerds get depression when they seem so... cold? that's why.)
Winning isn't everything. Passing isn't everything either. But they are the only things that matter.
But sometimes I feel, life's quite on the lookout for me too. I failed a paper, (my parents don't know), my brother won a lucky draw. I guess if I failed an actual ACCA exam, my dad might win a lottery?
Just joking. I don't take chances with fate, so, STUDY.
About time to start, anyway.
LVL-ing up time! ^_^ Time to grind.
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Sunday, September 09, 2007
Like business.
Running a country is like running a business. The citizens are your shareholders, who can also be your customers, suppliers and so on.
However, as a manager/director, responsibility is to the shareholder as a whole, not one or two.
Our country, can be said to be the case of Section 181 of law. You know what that is.
We know something is wrong with the management when somehow they can get overcharged. (refer today's Star). We just know.
Nothing more to say, really. Abandon ship, mates.
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Freaking heat.
I think it's just me.
Seriously.
Darn... I didn't know, man. I thought everyone felt it too!
Turns out it's just me feeling slightly under the weather.
Aww.. poor Ms Menon kena langgar. Screw the bugger. Relates to how Suan kena oso... hahaha
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Saturday, September 08, 2007
Bleh
I'm currently trying to kill the lvl 50 damage test in gem td. I believe the main culprit lies with my choice of towers and my maze. My zig zag maze isn't working. Probably have to start trying the so called center-spiral maze. So far peak damage is 550k without cheats, and 1m with cheats. (money cheat only) Probably because I had quite a few un-specialized gems.. and had 2 hold slates, instead of getting ancients... Probably shouldn't get the damage slates too! Should've just concentrated on ancients, elders and wraith slates...
Anyway, yesterday went Midvalley with Ken, Hikki(scott), Fag and Tall Dude, went there to buat kelefe only because they were collecting their bloody gamer tags. Lucky ken tagged along, otherwise I'll be going back alone. Fuck, if I have no audit classes on Saturdays I would've joined starcraft... (although I'm considered a free win to whoever who meets me, but what the heck, it's all about participation, since starcraft looks so empty anyway...)
The main thing I'd like to comment on is KTM, which was TERRIBLE. My goodness. We waited about 30 minutes at the station for a train. 30!!! -_-. Supposed to be every 10 or something. -_-
Hell, on the way back, it was already fucking packed, then it had to STOP! My goodness, WHAT THE FUCK IS IT STOPPING FOR! Strangely, though there was this weird feeling of deja vu suddenly.. god knows why.
Hahhaa, come to think of it the trip was quite a waste of time. But then again, staying at home would be a waste of time too!
Haiz... almost everyone is going overseas next year... Wonder got who to lepak with by then. Kinda feel left out all over again, just like after SPM...
Hahahaha, bloody emo weih.
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Thursday, September 06, 2007
....
I'm bored. End.
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Tuesday, September 04, 2007
List of things to do
Well, class for this week is over, so hereby to organize my life a little bit better, I made a list for tomorrow.
1. Clean up my room. Been dusty and causing sneezes since I came back...
2. Arrange my notes. All over the place.
3. Study IAS17.
4. Type/fill in the emails of the badminton club's new members.. (about 40-50)
5. Get an afternoon nap. (much needed refreshments)
6. Sleep early. Need sleep. (more sleep)
Erm, streamyx being stupid with me. Blinked about 10 times
Anyway, gonna sleep in 1/2 hour. Have fun.
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Monday, September 03, 2007
First Message?
Have faith.
Faith is trust in yourself.
Do you trust yourself?
Every decision, every choice, every action, every word spoken.
Can you trust your instincts and subconscious, that it knows where to go?
Can you sleep in peace if all your secrets could be revealed because of your sleeptalk?
Can you close your eyes and take the next step, not knowing where it leads?
I can't.
Can you?
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Sunday, September 02, 2007
Resource Management
Low sleep.
Please construct sleep plants.
Sleep initiated.
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Saturday, September 01, 2007
It comes, damned
Occasionally, one's focus and concentration wavers, the mind in a lapse, and the world around seems nothing more than a blur, evoking a feeling of immense confusion, and a craving for clarity in the fog.
Today, was an unfortunate occurrence of one such moment, that one wakes up with the feeling down in the gut, that today's going to be a bad day. As if you know, but could do nothing to halt such misfortune. A mortal, cannot resist as the powers residing deep inside awakes from it's deep slumber, and alas, like a monster let loose, it starts burning down bridges.
One does not like it, and tries hard to suppress it, yet an army of men is no match for a monster made to destroy them.
A daze, it felt like. A trance, could be said. But in layman's terms it's a mind lost in it's own world, and by gods, bombs would go off if even any fragment of focus left was allowed to falter.
Wish tomorrow is less distracted, or risk a bomb sitting next to you.
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