It's Kind Of Eerie

To think that a few thousand miles away a group of people are peering over my examination papers and discussing and in essence deciding my fate for at least the next 5 years of my life.

In America

US Lawmakers have voted 368:48 to make it illegal for spyware to load itself onto PCs without consent.

Makes me wonder... what were the 48 who voted otherwise thinking? Maybe they read spy"wear" instead of spyware?

Instant Classic?

song : Knights of Cydonia - Muse
mood: nerdy
book-in-hand: don't know which Haruki to get


What makes a classic? How did the works of George Orwell, Charles Dickens, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Issac Assimov, J.R.R Tolkien, Homer, Frank Herbert and William Shakespeare (to name a few literary giants, each having influenced their own genres immensely) manage to endure the test of time?

One thing is for sure - they all managed to stay relevant through out the ages. George Orwell's 1984 and Animal Farm will always be relevant if Nations exist and politicians ply their trade. Homer will always call out to the human need for epics. Assimov and Herbert practically gave birth to the Science Fiction genre and in the process, fuelled the flame of curiosity and questioned the capacity of humanity as a whole to reach a higher level.

How about modern day authors like Jostein Gaarder, Haruki Murakami, Stephen King (now, there's an author I could have given over a whole entry to. He is so ... commercial at times! But when he isn't, he's so sincere....in a horror story no less. Pet Semetary scared the hell out of me) and Paulo Coelho? Would you say their works deserve to be called "classics"?

Right now, I just finished Animal Farm and am feeling like getting a bit of Haruki Murakami for myself.

Home Alone

song : Can We Still Be Friends - Todd Rundgren
mood: risky
book-in-hand: Animal Farm by George Orwell


Come tomorrow, I will be having the house to myself again when Mom leaves for work overseas. More late night music blasting and guitar jamming. No worries about noise as I attempt to fill up the copious amount of space available. I am sure Dr. Gregory House will be keeping me company too. I am kind of addicted to him at the moment. Yes, the boy who doesn't watch television is addicted to a TV series. I wonder if I will ever be as hooked as Ling was(is?) to CSI....

On a side note, congratulations to ML for achieving world domination. Proving once and for all, the terrorists will win and Osama Bin Laden will surely smoke the cigar in the White House some day. LONG LIVE ML!!! Hahaha.

Okay, OWN UP!!!

Which one of you went to Germany without telling me?!?!?!?!! I want some souvenirs from Germany! Some beer maybe?

Home Is...

song : Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's
mood: contented
book-in-hand: Animal Farm by George Orwell





A simple dinner cooked together with Mom, a glass of Kilkenny chilled in the freezer and a nice long chat on the porch with the wind in your face.

Home is.... Where you feel you belong

Miss Dublin?

song : Humpty Dumpty Love Song - Travis
mood: social wreck
book-in-hand: looking for a recommendation


Travelling can teach you so much more than reading from a book, watching a documentary or seeing a picture. Because then you get to experience it.

Follow Up

The class act of the young man in the previous post released the obsessive streak in me and I went on a "Britain's Got Talent" spree on youtube checking out the videos. I must say that it was very apparent from the get go that only a few stood out from the pack and they all managed to reach the finals last night. The following 2 contestants definitely deserved being in the finals, but it's amazing how Paul sang like he did without classical training. Looks like opera singing is going to be all the craze for the next few months in UK...

One interesting thing to note is that both of them sang the songs they originally did in their first audition.

Wicked!!!

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday dear God-Bro. It's your 24th bday today and it's been great having you as a friend, family and company for the past decade and a half. Life would never have been the same without you. Don't forget our drinking-chill out- talk cock- session next week!

Random Convo

song : Frank Sinatra - Cake
mood: amused
book-in-hand: Hunters of Dune by Brian Herbert (Frank Herbert's son)



Warning.... most people are not expected to comprehend what transpires in the following.....





ML:" I look like Bruce Lee meh? WTF"

SP: "yeah you do, yandao man."

ML: "maybe cos my nose round"

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ML:"You eat ba zhang? I give you a few, you dun eat much wan"

SP:"Eat zhang until zheng ah"

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SP: "my dog is fat, but my cat cannot put on weight one"

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ML: " "arh-kee-tech-ture" "

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ML: "what happens when u post yr ad on a butch and lesbian site"

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SP:"SHAME ON YOU now you watch my little pony!"

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SP: "do all spanish ppl have moles?"

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ML: "i just ate chempadak. song"

SP: "shuddup. I dun even know what is that"


ML: " hahaha its the thing, they use to fry, u know

u got goreng pisangu
u got fried champedak
the orange one"

SP:"dunno
dunno
dunno ........DUNNO

Stop describing!!!"

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ML: " eh,u gonna store yr hair
until you come back right"

Something I saw on the bus.

song : 祝你幸福 - David Tao
mood: relaxed
book-in-hand: Hunters of Dune by Brian Herbert (Frank Herbert's son)

"Stop Hurting,
Start Living."

It sucks to perspire just walking from the bus stop to the MRT station... haha. I feel like I am rediscovering Singapore.

My Room.

It feels odd to be in your own room and yet feel out of place. Like those kindergarten pictures where you circle the objects that don't belong to the same group. I am that triangle in the picture of squares. It will also not be worth it to try and personalise my room all over again considering how we're moving out this September end. It's a pity I won't get to see our new house before flying back to Manchester.

For now, I shall just enjoy being back home in Singapore, among company and familiar surroundings. The first day has surely begun well enough, meeting up with ML and RB before resting at home and meeting them again for dinner with Fifi.

It's nice to be home.

You're It!

Was tagged recently to do this, but haven't got round to it due to exams and the rush of packing everything into storage. All of the sudden, a sense of emptiness pervades throughout now that everything is done. It's like the calm before the storm and the silence of the birds before dawn.

Rules: Post 6 things you think is weird about yourself and go on to tag other people.



1. I am not ticklish in the usual sense. You can name all the usual spots - i.e neck, armpits, waist, underfoot - and I am immune to the hysterical laughter expected to be forthcoming from me. However, I am ticklish in one particularly unusual spot that most people would not expect to be. NOT TELLING.

2. Right before I go to sleep, I twitch abit. No no, not like the violent kind. It's more like just one particular muscle, say the biceps, would clench and unclench involuntarily as I enter slumber. I never knew about this until a few friends pointed it out as I dozed off. I think it's just the way my body relaxes the muscles from the tensions of the day as it prepares to recharge itself.

3. A cleanliness and tidiness freak awaits the chance to burst out of me. I don't think I have OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) but it definitely borders on it. I really really really hate germs. I don't really get all that bothered about a place being dusty (but I don't enjoy it) but once there's a chance for germs (read fluids, BODILY FLUIDS) to propagate and infect. STAY AWAY. It's not that bad, but it does get noticeable especially if you live with me. So sorry for all the rules when in my room yeah, Brian and Kuan? No exceptions, you still can't get under my bed covers and still no food in my room.

4. I can't write with my right hand but can't play badminton with my left. Hahaha, yes this is a weird one. Somehow my brain seems to be a little badly wired (actually in all senses it's badly wired) and I am left-handed in most things like writing and eating and etc etc, but when it comes to sports I just tend to be right-handed. So for racket sports, basketball, even football, I use my right hand. Funny eh?

5. I hate Sundays. Yes, Sundays. Not Mondays or any other working day, but Sunday. Sundays are when I get homesick the most. When I have nothing to do and think on old times. When I remember the loneliness. When I miss doing stuff like lazing about in bed with the one you love. I hate Sundays.

6. I love fish. Eating them I mean. Hahaha. Yes, they are very cute and all swimming about in their alternate watery world. But somehow, in the midst of admiring their beauty and grace I find myself thinking if they would be tasty. Sushi maybe? Hahahaha. If I ever turned vegeterian, giving up fish would be the hardest part. I already love mushrooms, so that's not too bad, but the fishhhhhh. I love the marine world and snorkelling is one of the most loved activities of mine. I also say DEATH to all those ignorant idiots fishing the oceans bare. (STOP WHALING ALREADY!!!!!) However, nothing is stopping me from enjoying my sushi, as long as the fish used isn't in danger of going into a population crash.


Alrighty... for this I tag.... and I don't care if you done it before, do it again, in detail!... WX, XH, FiFi, ML, Alec, Yuan.

An Art Form

in a relationship
one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go.
i find it as hard as breaking a crystal.
because you'll never know when you will be able to pickup the pieces again.
more often than not, they who go,
feel not the pain of parting;
it is they who stay behind that suffer.
because they are left with memories of a love,
that was meant to be, a love that was.

at the beginning and at the end of a relationship,
we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone.
unfair as it may seem,
but that is the way love goes.
that is the drama, the bittersweet.
and the risk of falling in love.
after all, nothing is constant but change.
everything will eventually come to its end.
without us knowing when,
without us knowing how,
and we must not forget because we want to,
but because we have to.

i don't know if it's worth calling an art.
but letting go entails
special skills sparkled
with a considerable space and time.
time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part.
acceptance plays a part.
not all love stories end with
'...and they live happily ever after...'

If I were a drink...

It's a tie!
	You are a part Cosmopolitan. You are quiet and content. You don't stand out too much, but you don't mind and don't care what people think of you. You don't need everything to be perfect, as long as you get what matters. Sure, you may be 'girly' and you may not be the smartest, craziest or most refined, but you really like yourself, and that's fine by you.
	You are a part Whiskey on the Rocks. You are tough and you know it. It takes a long time for people to get to know you but you wouldn't have it any other way. You don't care what people think, but sometimes that turns people off of you.

FREE!!!!!!!!!

Sometimes one word is all it takes to contain the exuberance of it all.

FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last Paper To Go!!!!!!!!!

mood: hyper



I can sleep when I die.


Oh yeah.

Exactly, So get on with it already.

song : Wheels on Fire - Magic Numbers
mood: industrious
book-in-hand: Fabric of the Cosmos by Briane Greene



"People do get lonely, especially when they're deprived of seeing someone they care about.

-It's just life"