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today during lunch, a friend explained to me why christians go about spreading the faith. the rationale is that being a christian and therefore subscribing to the “dont-believe-will-go-to-hell” doctrine, one would definitely want to see all his good friends and loved ones in heaven. to not spread the faith would seem irresponsible, how could one see his friends and loved ones go to hell and not stop them. although i’ve read this idea somewhere before, i didn’t really get the drift.
until hours later.
during the drive home, my sis asked me what i would do if a particular good friend of mine starts to smoke. i told her without hesitation “i would try my very very best to persuade him to quit smoking, because i am aware of its detriment and how can i bear to see a good fren waste his life away?”.
then it struck me.
so i started to get the drift a little more and it all started to make a little more sense. so i can now empathize a little more.
but i still don’t believe so dun preach to me kthxbye.
School is REALLY starting in less than 3 days. FUCK.
For the past six months since I finally received deliverance from national slavery, I have been so looking forward to school. Looking forward to a purpose thats not just about beer and gigs. Looking forward to intellectual stimulation. But now that dread and apprehension is so strong, probably only beer can drown it. I’m weak. I’m escapist.
Looking at the past six months, nothing spectacular. Had quite a few gigs, some good, some okay and some bad. And actually thats about all. In fact, I feel sorta under-accomplished. Never made actual my plan for a hot bod with six packs. Had much more than six pints of beer. Never made actual my plan to learn meditation. Had much more than just procrastination. Never made actual any songs from the bunch of riffs, tunes and lyrics that came along the way. Had more than stealing grooves and tricks from other musicians. Never read any self-improvement books or those possibly beneficial for my next four years of study. Had more than senseless useless stuff from reading eight days and people’s blog.
But well there certainly were slightly good things as well. Discovered the ultimate acoustic band on Laborer’s Day. Got myself vocal training from lead singer of the ultimate acoustic band. Played guitar and piano and sang more than ever before, possibly to make up for the two years spent spoiling my voice shouting and swearing. Have a stronger than ever before interest and passion for music and new found ambitions to play professionally in the future. Finally rid my dependence on Microsoft by switching over to free software.
I think I’ve really forgotten how it is like to study. Or maybe I’m just trying to console myself using a really convenient excuse. I also don’t really know how interested I will be or am I being too full of myself thinking there’s nothing I cannot study and grasp. I also don’t know who my new friends will end up to be or how close I can remain with old ones. Suddenly all these issues come into perspective and it really is quite intimidating for a mind dulled and rusty from a near three years of inactivity.
No more unhealthy late nights. No more waking up at noon. No more procrastinating. More discipline. More effort. More focus.
I went to Bay Beats on Friday, hoping to show some support for the local music scene and gain some inspiration. I was late to get there but caught the last band act called PlainSunset. Good punk rock and we were really impressed with the stolen grooves, but which musicians don’t steal. Right?
The whole experience was great and I would now like to say thank you to some of the people who were there together with me and made it all enjoyable.
I would like to thank the giaotors, some of the ahnehs and a handful of chinese punks who were there for a few things you all did.
First, well its punk rock after all and I could clearly observe that you all could associate with it or whatever, I guess thats why you were jumping around and, being so engrossed in the music, were shaking violently with no regards whatsoever for the people around you. Hope you all were not doing drugs. Not only did you add to the atmosphere you totally gave a whole new meaning to “rocking out”.
Second, I guess you all saw that the security guards and police officers there were rather bored by the music that is clearly not their era so you decided to keep them busy by randomly smashing yourselves into bystanders, pushing each other, swinging your arms dangerously around and occasionally adding a kick here and there as if you were all possessed so they had to grab a few of you all through the throngs of people almost injuring a few in the process. I guess if not for you guys, it would not have been such an eventful night for the security crew there.
Third, the highlight was how you all hoist people into the air and throw them around together with bottles filled with water. I mean thats like the tradition of all rock concert isn’t it? How can a rock concert be complete without it, although the possible safety hazards it pose could end up giving broken limbs? But I guess it was all worth it wasn’t it. Not only did you block people’s view but also distracted them , I guess there were times when the band was playing slightly out of tune so you decided to help them out by creating a sideshow. PlainSunset must have felt very grateful to all of you who helped them.
To the fucking malays there who were making a fuck fool out of yourself, I’m not surprised nor impressed by your antics, you just further convinced me why you all are the most fucked up race in Singapore. Well done MATS. To the indians there, yeah you did what you were best at, drink alcohol and getting into violent displays. Kudos to you. To the chinese ginas there, I’m fucking ashamed for you for associating with the above mentioned. Yeah national day’s around the corner and yeah multi racial Singapore but not by destroying a good fun night of local music. Serious-fucking-ly I wish all of you are either thrown in jail or enlisted for NS.
On another note, to the FOCC of law, you all did a great job and have put in alot of hard work. But the second installment of night court was not only tasteless but to the point it became irritating. At least for people who already went to law camp. Didn’t help that OGLs resorted to telling freshmen that attendance was compulsory. I feel it would have been better to try and convince them, then at least their participation would be an informed choice and not just a big lie. So it really sucks to have to go down to school thinking it was a real lecture just to get punked. DUH. No points for guessing whether I’m still interested in the rest of the activities for matric week.
Wrote the previous entry while talking to few poeple over MSN and published it without looking at it. Only read it again the next day and realized that the last paragraph was pretty incoherent. Whatever.
Picture this. You walk into a shop selling a selection of products claiming to improve your hair texture and what not. You look around comparing prices and description on the bottles. The salesperson walks up to you and introduces a few popular ones and takes one off the shelf, opens the cover and lets your smell it. It smells good, you buy it.
Dude smell good is not equals to works well. Don’t you realize how the product smells has no relation whatsoever to its so claimed effect printed on the container? Yes if you buying perfume I got nothing to say. And then the salesgirl goes on to take a small portion of it and rubs it on your wrist so let you feel the texture and how soothing it is and doesn’t irritate you skin. Okay so you assume the same for your hair. Well done. Consumer idiotism 101.
Yes the lead actress in the above play is my sis. Just that she didn’t buy the stuff. Cause it smells nice, feels good on the wrist but was too expensive.
Owing to a very good friend of mine, I just finished two books he lent me. Ender’s Game and Ender’s Shadow. It has been a long time since I last read any book exceeding a hundred pages without pictures. And I enjoyed every bit of despite being no fan of fiction.
I finished the first book during my four day holiday at Redang and the second one in barely a day. I only put down the second book twice. Once to the toilet and the second time when I finished it. The second book was definitely worth the read ten times as much, not that the first was any less than compelling.
The most fascinating part of the books was how disturbing the characters were. The brutality and inhumanness they displayed in response to their hostile environment. The amount of logical deduction they were capable of. And mostly how manipulative their minds were.
Although I do not profess to be a saint as I have had my fair share of evildoings and selfish thoughts, they seem really trivial in comparison and I would think I have never come close to being manipulative. Some people choose not to be manipulative but for me it seems like my brain is incapable to forming ways to go about doing just that. Not street smart enough maybe.
I know it sounds wrong to say I wish I were manipulative but being that seems to encompass the ability to see the bigger picture and therefore being able to make choices better, which naturally makes you a selfish person. Who in the right mind would make an informed choice thats not beneficial to yourself. Which only means to say altruistic people may not be so intellectually inclined then but thats no important. Being able to manipulate people does not mean you do not have a choice to not exert influence over them. I just want to be able to see more than what others see. Then again, when I have that ability I probably would be wishing for the bliss of having less thoughts in my gray matter and not having to always be double guessing people and their motives.
The human mind is a terrible thing to waste.
Dear divers,
1 Many of you received the errant notification from MINDEF about ICT in the coming month of December or January just like me. So I called up NDU admin center and clarified with them. I have obtained instructions from them with regards to go about processing the disruption from ICT during the three to four years of your studies.
2 Before you proceed on, please be informed that the following two paragraphs ONLY APPLIES TO THOSE GOING TO NUS, NTU OR SMU THIS COMING AUGUST. Those going to any other institute of higher learning please skip to paragraph 5.
3 Currently, none of us have received our Matriculation Letter yet so thats why we have not yet been transfered to the IHL (Institute of Higher Learning) list. So the system cleverly assumes thus we must attend the coming reservist. Letter of admission is not enough because you still can reject the admission.
4 So come August or when you receive your Matriculation Letter from your respective universities, you just have to send that letter together with a small note including your personal particulars (Name, IC, Unit, Batch) attention to Ferlis via either one of the following two channels:
1. Fax to 67964017 followed by a call to double check that they have received your fax.
2. Email a scanned copy of your Matriculation letter to NDUNS@starnet.gov.sg (take note of the capital letters for NDUNS) followed by a call to double check that they have received your email.
5 For those who are going to private universities, overseas universities, polytechnic or any other educational institues of higher learning that I have failed to list, you may apply for disruption from ICT and be transfered to IHL as well. However, please call up Ferlis at 67964016 and inform her as these cases would be subjected to consideration individually.
6 Do remember that although you are excused from ICT during the three or four years, you are not excused from IPPT or emergency mobilisation (touch wood).
7 Please inform your fellow 25th batch divers to read this if they have not already done so. I apologize for any considerations that I may have left out. For further clarifications or questions, please call Ferlis at 67964016.
8 Good luck in IPPT and all future endeavours.
9 Useful numbers
1. NDU Admin Center Ferlis: 67964016
2. NDU Admin Center FAX: 67964017
Regards,
Yunhui
extremes are important because they set the premise for any given argument or discussion. no compromises can be found without extremes, just like no statistical averages can be derived without empirical extremes.
poeple DO have many different personas. different poeple, situations and objectives would dictate which the dominant one is. adopting different personalities for different situations is an adaptation. it is not hypocrisy nor personality disorder. one’s true nature or persona is the embodiment of all of the existing personas. it is only natural that it is such. in fact, if one is to agree upon only one persona and apply it to all situation without consideration whatsoever, that would then only be unnatural.
remember adaptation not hypocrisy.
random conversation content, any resemblance to dead of living is purely coincidental.
A says: why dont he just appear in front of me and convince me
B says: yeah
A says: rather than tell some cheebyes to come
B says: exactly
A says: why dont He do by Himself, must depend on THEM
A says: the THEM are the fuckers
B says: faith mah
B says: exactly
B says: the THEM are the fuckers
A says: maybe theres no HE in the first place
A says: only THEM
hoho.
drinking is alot like seeing a psychiatrist. first it costs you a bomb, then it leaves you wondering what’s wrong with yourself and finally you say things you would otherwise never tell a soul about to strangers.
so the truth is out, we all humans both men and women are just sluts looking for some cheap thrill. however that would be plain blatant in our hypocritical society. thus the birth of alcohol. the mother of all excuses. the mother of all conveniences, its so convenient its more convenient than your convenient stall(try saying this sentence really fast 10 times). the achievements of it that can never be undermined. getting poeple laid for centuries and allowing best friends who share a purely platonic relationship (yeah right) to hump each other.
poeple drink alcohol for many different reasons. of which i think the most alluring is the empowerment it offers. like the savage garden song goes “after drinking some wine, i am anyone i am anything i wanna be, i could be a cape crusader a space invader and you wouldn’t know the difference.” okay so the lyrics are something along that line and most people end up acting like paralympic hopefuls or paris hilton. but seriously it does remove all if not most of the social inhibitions that have been wired into our brains through our years of schooling and admonition from over-controlling parents. just the feeling of being able to do anything even if you don’t actually do it is satisfying enough for most already. and even if you do wake up naked next to your best friend, all you have to say is “well, i was drunk”.
so you see its alot like therapy. you come to terms with your true human emotions and lusts, you get in touch with your repressed unconciousness and let it act out in a act of reprisal against your normally consequence-aware conciousness and feel better at the end of it all without having actually done anything constructive. so next time you need some help coming to terms with troubles in life and stubbornly refuse to be miserable about it or need to do impulsive things like smoking your first stick, head down to the convenient store downstairs conveniently. fuck fear, drink beer.
today i did something i haven’t done since i ORDed. wake up at unholy hours. like 5:50am. and i did that not for money or to work or any other profit/benefit-generating activity. i woke up at such unholy just so i could torture myself by going to east coast and swim 1.5k and run 10k. thats singapore biathlon for you.
this being my first biathlon, i can say it is a truly rewarding experience. the kinda i-don’t-know-why-i-paid-money-to-do-this-but-what-the-hell feeling. its good. especially doing it with a bunch of great friends. getting elbowed, kicked, kneed and straddled on in the water and ending up swallowing mouthfuls of sea water. elbowing, kicking, kneeing other participants in the water and making them drink sea water as well. when you hit the shore and the crowd around is just cheering all participants on, its amazing because the hypoxia from the swim and the focus on just getting on with the run just drowns them all out and i’m not kidding, everything’s sorta a little slow motion. the run was quite tiring and toturous oweing to the lack of running during training.
definintely looking towards next year’s biathlon.
the best way to swim is to swim just like a fish. DUH. easier said than done. everytime you jump into the pool and sea, it should be ru yu de shui, like fish get water. easy and relaxing. not difficult and tense.
what if someone told you everything you thought made you swim faster was actually slowing you down and everything you thought was slowing you down, if done correctly, is actually what propels you faster through the water?
what if someone told you everything you believed in was actually nothing more than a page from a fairy tale and everything you stubbornly refused to accept was in fact the truth of a harsh and crude reality?
what if?
as an old saying goes “a wise man changes his mind, a fool never”. never say never.
