Window in the Skies

Happy birthday Lord!

This the time for sharing, a year has passed. Deep down, despite hearing all about giving, I find myself less of a sharer than as was a year ago. It is not money or gifts that I am stingy with, rather it is my time and patience. Its a crushing feeling of inadequacy that came about for me in the year that now fades. Even till today, literally today, the computer specialist title is something I detest and shun away from displaying any further. Sorry to everyone if I have been unable or unhelpful in solving any of your problems, I had a string of traumatizing events and wishful thinking that had me rather tied up. As a result, three of my house desktops still remain dead. I haven't spent quality time looking for presents for anyone either. A time shall calm.

My new companions for Christmas:
• The Gift by Corrine May
• U218 by U2

Each journey has been different thus far, some walking blindly, some enlightening. Sometimes living and experiencing the moment is far more important than jotting them now, as I now do the former.

Daunting new year ahead, look forward to the window in the skies.

Window in the Skies :U2

The shackles are undone
The bullet's quit the gun
The heat that's in the sun
Will keep us when there's none
The rule has been disproved
The stone it has been moved
The grain is now a groove
All debts are removed

Oh can't you see what our love has done
Oh can't you see what our love has done
Oh can't you see what our love has done
What it's doing to me

Love makes strange enemies
Makes love where love may please
Soul in its striptease
Hate brought to its knees
The sky over our head
We can reach it from our bed
If you let me in your heart
And out of my head

Oh can't you see what our love has done
Oh can't you see what our love has done
Oh can't you see what our love has done
What it's doing to me

Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Please don't ever let me out of here

I've got no shame
Oh no, oh no

Oh can't you see what love has done
Oh can't you see
Oh can't you see what love has done
What it's doing to me

I know I hurt you and I made you cry
Did everything but murder you and I
But love left a window in the skies
And to love I rhapsodize

Oh can't you see what love has done
To every broken heart
Oh can't you see what love has done
For every heart that cries

Love left a window in the skies
And to love I rhapsodize

Oh can't you see

The Children

Children, mentioned them in my previous entry, the day's events with them has instilled me to elaborate more.

Ever felt mad being under-performing or inadequate? Spend some time with kids. The things they do and what they are, will rob you of distress and helplessness.

When among the Romans, be like the Romans. Its hilarious seeing these kor-kors and jie-jies attempting stuff they did as kids (but barely remember) for these kids. A birthday was celebrated today, and we had a party! An eye-opener for me, to recall various principles of being a kid: Candy is king, over cash, power, race or status. It was kind of melancholic knowing you weren't a kid anymore. You looked at the candies (which they were eyeing enviously) and two dreadful things came to thought:

1. You rather an iPod over candy anytime.
2. You can just walk out of the place and buy some to treat yourself anyway.

An instant when I look at those rascals, I smile and cringe at whatever extractable distant childhood memories I had. Teacher's voice always sounded stern and shrill, and here we were emulating our teachers of bygone times. Here we are, putting on a disciplinary front, while offstage we too were some rebellious teens. Its a vicious cycle of the ages, but being consumed within has left a positive after-taste for me. By chance we had an unexpected reunion, the teacher Ms Joanna was actually Yuan Ruo's kindergarden teacher. And she had a class photo of eons ago to back that up. Even for an outsider, it was really touching when she said she never forgot the class.

We got treated like VIPs at the birthday meal, welfare and food was good. But sometimes I felt we didn't deserve these. One reason just mentioned a few lines ago, and some of us were here to fulfill you-know-what targets. Did the kids care? They just wanted fun, and in those occasions when you needed to be authoritative or encouraging, we truly gave our time, care and attention. Hopefully that made a difference to their childhood.

I shudder to think what they would be like in our place 10 years down. Even if it was just a few days of interaction, it seemed possible to pinpoint and extrapolate the person they would be like down the road. That's a crazy and awful thing. And they wouldn't remember each other, or us. By then, our lot would have graduated from universities, fling flung all around the world.

Here are some of the crazy things I learnt, attempted, did:

• taming attention deficit kids
• quelling quarrels
• attempting to play a proper game with kids that cheat on all the rules while you are not looking
• shocked at the number of vulgarities they know at age of 5
• getting them off the computer
• trying to build imaginary carparks and shopping center with symbolic plastic toy blocks
• playing chess with a kid who was playing checkers (which they call chess anyway)
  

Here are some of the things I feel saddened about:

• Slack definition of our service that included watching hours of the same movie with kids (enjoyable at first), playing bridge with their UNO cards in between them having lessons to beat time, locking ourselves up in the room and "conferencing" when the kids were wreaking havoc outside.

• Hiding the UNO cards away whenever Ms Joanna was around (testimony to how guilty we felt)
  

Haha well, large crowds of kids scare me. But I hope to be back there next Friday when we have more "volunteers" backing each other up there. While at that, a game of "Flyover" too. =P

Heroes

I believe I have found myself, again. Nothing to commemorate except for this post, nothing for anyone. God works wonders. Make things right I said, and in a week, the pieces came together. You can revert to being very childish when a variable in your equation is disproportionately imbalanced. Working with children has enlightened me to the skewed logic and self-deceits I applied, albeit also another good of casting Service drought woes by the water buckets.

'Heroes' is your run of the mill drama on extraordinary humans, ironically I have not seen anything of this genre in such scale since weening off Cartoon Network. But even that channel doesn't have the variety this offers. Individuals around the globe are only beginning to awake to their new found abilities. I like the diversity offered by "around the globe", notably there's a Japanese dude 'Hiro Nakamura', a hero in Heroes, whom can bend space time continuum. There's a rather cool scene when a future him stops the train and speaks to Peter Petrelli: Be the one we need. Save the cheerleader, save the world. Peter then has to find Isaac the painter whom can paint the future to find the cheerleader. Hiro at that time had traveled to the future and obtained a comic magazine by Isaac, and is now following its every instruction.

The Indians have their fair share too. Another great Armaegadon prevention campaign show for the holidays. Seriously its great, check it out. Where?

Hint: www.peekvid.com

Run On

Do you know what strength is?

This guy is... amazing.

Ringing Haemorrhage

Whilst the bells rang for the first and the last of two inconsequential hours. Bunny gave a pep-talk to the mounting obstacle of the chase.

Then he thought: Did he not feel wiped empty and powerless after every attempt. The very pitfalls he wanted to avoid and steer clear of in real life. Almost a joke many times bleeding fatally.

But isn't this a trial?
It's not rocket science that you will kill yourself trying in the process. Trying too hard. Ouch!

Bunny sniggers and goes back to ringing the incessant bells. I'm so glad for having friends like Bunny.

Emancipation

I have been detached from reality, either that or reality has numbed me. No pang no guilt, the alarm bells are supposed to be ringing. The past few weeks haven't exactly been breezes, bouts of storms and calms before storms. Meanwhile the uphill battle against sloth appears never-ending. Half a dozen people I know are just as messy as I am, talk about making sense of creative chaos. I guess banging our heads together doesn't give a good spark all the time.

This time of the year is soothingly cool, great for coffee or tea indoors, or a dissipating walk. Am in dire need of re-orientation of directions and priorities. Am I not standing on the front line, shovel in the hand. Good grief, its not for digging my own grave. Much is seen, much is purported. Now to focus the beam and push steadily.

Fish Burger, Caution!

Five dollars ninety-five cents sits for the last time on the table in front of me. Junk food, just as well for a solitary meal since Dolphin snubbed my offer to dinner. Preparing to lay peaceful destruction on that BK Big Fish, I noticed this circular black sticker on the wrapper.


We have all heard and seen the "Caution! Hot!" labels placating those styrofoam cups for tea and coffee, which only appeared after some retarded American woman burnt her tongue and sued the pants off McDonalds. Its no big deal if its hot, because I can still drink it later in peace of mind when its cooler. But this finding beats the group:

WoW!! Every customer expects to eat a cleanly deboned fish burger and here we have a label cautioning you about fish bones in the fillet. Great going BK, you expect me to bite into that with peace of mind, can I change for another chicken burger or maybe there will be bones in there as well?

Troll Lights

The fifth hour, the watchman stands watch in the rain.
Heaven's light shines on his face.
Righteousness creeps onto his skin.

So its just me?
Yes, you will bear the falls.
Rainfalls?
Beautiful isn't it.

Ah yes, this scene.
I know its name.
Call it

Harmonia
Cascadia
Zirconia

Clean Slate

There was this film I watched years ago, titled The Perfect Storm. I scarcely recall the story, my only takeaway being the lesson of how marvelously beautiful it was to experience something afresh, afraid.

When you ride a bicycle with ease, the brain subconsciously calculates and compensates for all your movement. You don't consciously perform that, just concentrate on riding ahead. How is it that we spot a familiar face amidst the crowds? We do not realize it, but the brain is fast at work, scanning and discarding every face that you see. Did you know? Bram Cohen, the brilliant guy who programmed BitTorrent is barred from obtaining a driver's license as he is incapable of telling left from right, due to Asperger's Syndrome (a spectrum of autism).

A few times this year, it happened in an instant that my brain does not acclimatize to being on the train. Fresh like a clean slate of paper, I registered the roller coaster motion invariably like a Richter seismometer in my head, like its my first ride in years.

Last night, I laid topsy-turvy in the bed. My head had reseted itself into a void. It was unbearable like a pillow waiting to be impressed upon. There were some dreams afterwards, there were people, but I vaguely remember. 'nuff said, back to work again.

Chill

Flowers for Algernon.. Flour-was

People are yakking in pairs
"Actually he's ok la" Rrrr Zzz
The noises converged, disconcerting

The train body swept side-fro see-saw.

Lost body heat, Roast body hit
Cold cold cold
Need coal coal coal

A heightened sense of perceptual awareness overcame me. A simple trip on the train back home, the surroundings seemed to lash and creep at me, especially this chill. Sight dimmed, sounds and blackness became louder. And to think I had been reading a book, half concentrate.

Not since I last took a walk in the jungle at 3am a few years ago had I felt like this again.

Kiee

There is a field near my house.
This time of the year they are filled with birds. Morning when I left, the ones there were white. Evening when I returned, the ones there were black. Detective work with the ever-changing landscape.

Mire

Every setting of the sun, through that same glass enshrined in hefty white timber, the little girl gazed. Deep and far, perhaps not as often now. Worldliness, people and materialism weighed heavily on her eyelids. Time had been squandered mercilessly, her weary heart tinged with the pangs of guilt. Minutes crawled silent in thought, an occasional glance or two at the dull grey box that had once captivated and ate away moments. That bygone period of addiction lingered in memory, if only amendments could be made. Worry after the show. Dinner call came later, followed by the realm of dreams. Gasping for breaths amidst temporal breaks from the relentless pace. The cycle numbed her once feisty spirit, it yearned to be freed, beyond reach. At that moment, a sparrow slithered through the air in the field beyond. Taking with it, these childish hopes of fulfilling that simple desire.

Miracles are not to be found in the spectacular, but only in the mundane.

Heave

He's perched nonchalant. His other companions cuddling on the window stills, did I mention I shot all of them, cruel hunter.

Now I simply LOVE these shots. May not be breath-taking treasures, but these moments convey a certain elusive child-like curiosity. Be silent, go closer. A free pat to give. Oh the floating pillows are soft to touch (she succeeded).




What's this? A trekking slug, burdened with weight, of meager shelter and protection. The world is wearing on me. Even my trusty new companion has marks appearing on its bevel. Cup of tea?

Hoist

Cloud shots bore people to bits. But its customary to have one anyway. My early bird catch, waking earlier than the sun. Impatient, I left my post, returning to watch the sun raise behind the clouds.

The crowds come, and the wheel of life is set in motion once again. Wheeee!!

Caught this lil guy after lunch. Oops, did I disturb you.

An attempt to spout water from mouth, appears otherwise.

Ah where exactly did I go (with these pretty ladies) ? Flickr.

妄想

Watched this HK movie, The Diary, as tickets were cheap and no need to wait for a show that had started for 5 minutes. Story goes of a love forlorn schizophrenic girl whose obsessive need for love has gone over the ledge into the realm of augmented reality. Starred by Charlene Choi from that cutie-act duo and coming from makers of the The Eye, this fusion will leave anyone mixed. Venturing into psychological horror genre, a differentiation from blood-gore horror, the lifeline of the movie rests broadly on the sound effects. Blood is still spilt at the end anyway.

The simple rhetorical life of Winnie is deceptively fed on a plain backdrop with whimsical moments, her most radiant smiles being done monochrome. The manifestation of mental disorder is only revealed and explained a quarter into the film. Puppets, wooden carved and lying limped, are prominent and deliberate house decor of the girl whom only past-times are making puppets and writing her diary. These inanimate figurines are symbolic of emptiness and manipulation of her life. For a story set in 2006, an unrealism is the absence of internet or digital mediums, save for her mobile phone. Setting in a dilapidated housing estate easily contributed to the ominous mood.

Winnie stalks and leads into a tensed relation with this guy whom she claimed looked like her ex. The unknowing victim enters for dinner at her house, learning discomforting truths from her mouth. Her hallucinations would already have begun: she claimed her ex died from car accident. Another character, her confidant Fiona, appears rather conveniently at wanted moments to talk. Her detoriating mental state is matched by hastened augmented imagery, of self-moving puppets and unreal environmental phenomena. On the victim's final visitation and stay, it is already too late. Conversations are loving and heated, because she imagined them to be. Strange groans are heard and she does not see things, thanks to her augmented mental stumble.

Towards the victim's final meal, he is consistently dumbed and silent. A flare breaks out over the meal about her ex whom she now claims had died of cancer. An empty chair that moves hits her nerves, she rushed into her room to get her diary for reference of the dated event. Startling statement "I KILLED HIM" is boldly written on the diary page she waves in front of the flabbergasted victim. The augmentation cloak is dropped and the victim is seen gagged and tied up, sitting in that ghastly chair earlier. The revelation that all the conversation was imagined is stretched into days before showing the victim's captive plight at her house for the past few days. She finally breaks down, caresses the victim in augmented thought, but actually slicing his throat. The ensuing cover-up involves huge pots of human stew, Fiona appearing before that to instruct her. Neighbors disturbed by the stench results in her apprehension.

Her interrogation involved some witty acting work in the confusion department. Darting eyes, delayed reasoning, probably the most realism the film had to offer. Her diary is reintroduced during interrogation, detailing her murder accounts. Except that its voided of evidential status, shocking the investigators, it had entries written into September 2007 (recall the year is still 2006). Further more, her ex and Fiona are revealed to be alive, married together, and had no recent contact with her. Fiona shares the look of Winnie that we knew earlier, but when the party is brought behind the interrogation viewing pane, the girl in the room is no longer Winnie, but the imaginary confidant.

Conclusion: intriguing, but not impressive. To think you just read all that crap above.

Nightlier Mountain Courier

22.32
Grumbles of the workhorse are picked up as distant whines in the dark. Colorful whirls of light spindle back and forth of the capsule, accentuated by the misty grating on the hull. Structures, names and without, are irrelevant. Time is pierced with every displacement cycle. Next time we wake up, a spell would have been cast on the lush landscape. To inhale the succulent gush of mountainous air, free from carbon particulate, a respite from the concrete jungle's gloom. Still, night takes its own pace to unveil the magical cloak.

23.41
A cheerful clacker resounds in the dark. Flushing the macbook's keys has the equivalent marvel as flying sparks from rubbing stick and wood. Nineteen minutes more to midnight, fatigue has held me briefly and left. Battery juice are in hearty levels, count 5 hours, but reckon not enough for the long haul. All about the cabin is rumbling, Seismac does a great job scaring me and my poor hard-disk. What needs to be done, what is to come, am alone and yet not.

00.47
Incessant chattering of the drivers, presumably to keep each other awake, have kept this passenger up. There has been a break, a changeover. Alongside, another workhorse slumbers into the bay. A rhetorical mountain trail awaits, its beckoning have the same effects as nagging, detest. Another rumble incidents within, I look forward to a voluptuous break fast. Hibernation is necessary to cope, entering that presents a natural challenge to master.

04.05
The streets were practically dead. Tad too many ruts on the expressway, the redeeming grace being the subliminal penetration of the moon in the cloudy sky. Near the outskirts, lights were seen floating in the sky, fledged in the array of a city. No doubt we approach, the cabin is inclined 5 degrees above horizon. The ascend is every the narrower and requires a meticulous approach. Pitch darkness may truly be found when the headlights are momentarily flicked the off switch, not very wise.

05.03
The deep drone of sports vehicles challenging and overcoming the incline did not become evident until now. The cabin rumbles no further, a failure had occurred. Lights came on, toolboxes were extracted. The baggage was depressing to say. How long would the vehicle batteries and the impression of a joy ride last? Safe to say, on lowest backlight setting, this computer may just last.

Check

Time is flying!!

Tranquilizing wind coos into the out-flung ears. The quickened air is rive with the currents of life. Breaths are drawn in easy succession, to the rhythm of nature's march. Fleeting greens transit out of sight, each wave a testimony to the previous' resilience. Mediating in a stasis, two worlds seemingly collide. Days quicken.

rasped flight

My sojourn of staying in frequency with this non-absolute world has evolved to another paradigm. Drawing from my introverted pasts and present struggles, I decompose and re-construct.

Tumbling down a world of giants, there is an insignificant tree. Rests a colony, hunted and chased by the winds. A juvenile bird jolts back from flight. Despite half a flying lifetime, the eyes dart an uncharted sky. Pelted by sun and nudged by moon; starlights lit upon the bearings of ancient paths. Wayward canyons spell uncertainty and of death, for man. These beings, their kind were chosen to fly. On wings lifted by invisible ether, the rising bird figure races from this observer's eye. Dances litter the wind, only moments later does the word aerobatics drop upon the enticed mind. Mimic me not, the young master of the sky mocks this observer in lofty spirit. Endure, a voice tells, someday you'll be like him.

Apple Crunch

As far strung back as kinder-garden, a visitation to my grandparents' house would also consist a peek at my uncle's Mac workstation. Me thinks he bombed quite a lot of moolah regularly, explaining all the fancy Apple packaging I always saw at the house. Years down, the fruity color iBooks caught my attention. Who cares if they were called toilet seats, to me they looked absolutely fabulistic! Lusting for one, I came close to getting one in that only major exam I ever took during primary school. Close, as in 5 marks, and I watched as everyone else got their 270s. Very bitter-tasting, moving on for the next 3 years, my impression of Macs went downhill as the sour bug bit and games consumed many waking hours.

That was until a certain Loh Chin Ee came strutting along to class with a snow iBook. Reckoned she showed us some videos, done with the Mac. And I got hooked along for another long haul of Apple evangelism. The rest of the story is a long tale well left to another time.

Came yesterday, my pragmatic and reckless side got the better of the other latest-seeking and money-scrimping me. Right after meeting Denise and Mas, stroke of luck and some wind attracted me to the shop at Wheelock. The purchase went chop-chop while I acted as the intelligent customer. Lo and behold:



Having used a good many Macs, the feeling of owning one is indeed unique. Much as akin to a new life, you can feel the love that the Apple designers put into it. Its the same love you find in the iPods. Simply a joy to use!!

Ramblings

How prejudiced can the American Congress get?
People with disabilities can be immensely blessed with wealth of the spirit, as seen here.
In a small island, the never-dying debate over elitism ensues:

There was a story about a ruler who would, on a certain day in the year, walk out into a huge, dark stadium totally unarmed. People would be allowed to carry anything they wanted, and they would not be frisked for weapons. The stadium would be entirely dark, and no one would know who anyone was.

If they loved him, he would survive. If not, he would be injured, or killed.

Watered?

Falses to a start, means to an end. You reap what you sow. Having attempted to answer the question of distance, limited time confounds me. I consolidate an afternoon's design.



A distant storm makes no effort to conceal itself. The beast's cries ring loud and crude. The air spilled with the animal's pungent breath. A thundering bellow sends the surface lifeforms skittering beneath stones, ionic ozone particles hot on their trails. Silence and breeze deceive. Without notice, the lake's serene skin gives way to ripples, tossed and torn. All are reluctant in futile exhaustion against the limitless wrath. Tolls are taken, separations are a given.

Children of umpteen ray-eaters lie sprawled in the midst of man paths. Many shapes, many sizes, many kinds. Inches from the soaked ground, a foot pummels gears and wheels. Prod carefully, the thought comes late. Even the monstrosity obeys the laws of nature. Rubber loses contact, letting flesh have a taste of the ground medicine instead. Sweet red bursts out to play, a creature ponders. Is it still intact? Paws, feathers and hands, they looked fine. Then, was it a miracle?

That instant asking why this soul went out there chasing after a storm, the reply came. No, the storm found me, and you chose to tarry.

Cast the Distance

Taken somewhere up in the mountains years ago. It hit me as over-exaggeratedly unreal. But when your dreams are so distant, its all the more entrancing to look at.

Vienna

A melancholic twang,
we draw to another end.

The academic year cliffhangs to yet another closing. The Oktober Feast wasn't particularly memorable or exciting. Gathering of friends and cliques, the usual stuff. Not that I was content to just snap pictures and eat, there is still work to be done in the social department, but our time is running out.

This year can be partitioned into 2 main chapters. Pre-June, and post-July, what a difference a month's holiday makes. This incoming month of stopgaps, I need to continuing carry the resolve that has endured me thus far. But at the end, it is greater divine strength from above that will carry us through.

Skite

Light hovers, shimmers, illuminates, and the shadows come alive to play.

One I accidentally shot down from the sky, another I followed faithfully sweeping through the darkness. Can you appreciate its value? My world is colorfully dark, brought to life by light.

プライ

A ghastly image of the sun soaked the October noon sky. An untrained party huddled on. Not for warmth, but for the assurance that company brought. Heat with a stroke under this weather, in this place, is never desireable. Whilst hushing them on, a guide flanking the rear examines those wary looks and plodded movements. "Hot, hot!" some declare without any effort of concealing their agony. The smaller ones glared at the distance ahead, looks of defeat sprawling their faces.

ジュンプスタット

Had a meaningful day with Japanese students from Kogane High School. These guys have the coolest latest keitais (mobile phone) and great dress sense. Haruka from my group likes Do As Infinity too! According to them, the Filet-O-fish here is twice as thick as the one in Tokyo, rejoice! But the weather and haze are taking quite a lot of toll on them, most of them were sweating profusely. Dang, I wanna go Japan, always did.

Don't bother me about title. 131.

You know when your feet slow down to keep up with your thoughts, while walking to the bus interchange; Instead you find yourself at the train station barely 5 minutes later, to take the escalator at the train station upwards, only to come back down and repeat that same process a minute later. That's what happens when you are torn between 3 paths, kinda feels like a movie. Its not fun as protagonist.

Thanks to the haze. All the symptoms are showing up: sore throat and nasal channels spilling with mucus. This is the worst end of years I have ever endured, straining not just my mental, but also physical tolerance.

Today, we learnt something new. When a social experiment yields 100% attendance in the morning and later again but in the afternoon at 4.30pm, another 100% attendance: Hence by induction, we can conclude that the attendance throughout the day was 100%.

Happy Line

the hopeful match
taps a tangerine flame to life
casting aside a darkness' inch
its signature radiates
familiar, uncertainty
waxing, finching
it's fine,
strum a melancholic tune.

Spiked Shovel

As it was just 2 months ago, this rickety ship sets course towards a rocky bed of labour. The entry gets more straightforth and personal from here, its not fun to write cryptic all the time, especially when you want to shove the target audience with a clear piece of your mind. Apologies for digressing first into rants, my poor life narrative comes shortly after.

Not particularly intended at anyone, but I especially detest being left out of company, especially good merry ones. Stop sniding me about my antics, those were just one-off affairs to remind you that I exist on the radar. I'm also a person of the Word as well.

Handling with people is not one of my strong traits, I apologise if I put across myself in bad light at times with my money pilfering schemes. People make things happen, I'm lost for wits without people around.

Transverse back a few days' history, Waraku was great value. I promise myself to return for another treat soon. Try cringing over the weekend from the sheer irony of cheering yourself up by administering your own entertainment. Maybe if you have better things to suggest doing, IM me, I really appreciate it.

千尋

Whilst the choking combustion around the region and depressive reports on the news so easily sways one into believing that the big world is becoming bleaker each day, my search endures. The bestricken enterprise presses on with re-construction works, in the backdrop of Uillean pipes blaring their heartfelt melodies. A Storm is not far off. I have stared at its Eye once.

Blue Planet has taken on somewhat therapeutic qualities, allowing me to smile for once in days. When the orange days return, I shall be chasing those sky and clouds.

Harsh Descent

Victory's peak came, my long ardous trek came to an end. Or did it? Descent, so rapid a coarse, and we ruptured downhill.

No one said it was easy. Sheer emptiness just overcame me the moment I stepped out of the hall. The joy I sought was simply not on the other side of the summit. Deja vu, reality slapped me harshly, almost as the haze was strangling. I kept praying that it was for His Glory, but truly I had placed more to it. Where are all the people? Simply put, they are gone, transient as the wind.

To don a smokescreen and try to be approachable, but elicit a response equating nothing.
A candle in the wind; please lend me your flames lest I expire.
I need to hold on tighter to the eternal word.

Abrupt Forecast

Dawn roams at this hour near 6, the final push to the peak begins soon. Aclimatization to the cold air for the past month has not led me to forget the warmth and delight of the world a few kilometers down. An uneasy night brings me to write this entry, so many thoughts stir my thick head. The sojourn has truly been quiet and thought-provoking, especially the past few days. I was disturbed not with the climb's incline, but on life. Life's analogue, lacking the explicity of my current goal, is truly a challenge I have yet to overcome. To be plummeled back there, my heart yearns to embrace it and am fearful at the same time.

My heartfelt thanks to my skilled Shepherd for taking me through paths free from the strong winds that others encountered. The rays, Shoie's words of encouragement and Dolphin's modus operandi, I shall see again. For in this cold world, Lord you gave me a beautiful dream and plan, please keep them with me. Your Grace is sufficient, in faith I trust, and once more I set off...

Gems

Gems I have discovered:

Another Singaporean drawing with unique style (done with markers not pencils)
A real space blog

Destination after exams would be Chek Jawa.

Grapes

After an afternoon's bout of depression yesterday, a bundle of fruits did a miraculous turnaround for me. Introducing champagne grapes which I got for $3.50 from ntuc. Pea-size seedless grapes which are lovely to nibble, chew, graze whatever.

And I thought there wasn't anything left to discover.
Behold, behind my house, behind the sports school has a huge field. Lovely.
Thank God for all these wonders, He never fails to surprise.

Fragility

The frugality of life revealed itself to us once again with the death of Steve Irwin the Croc Hunter two days ago while on the job. Dying doing what one loved is probably something I will touch upon in the future. Truth be told, I think dying doing what loved is better than getting killed by something as stupid as crossing the road. Ok, editting is killing me, in the metaphorical sense only. Few days at some people's house and the Central Library 11th level have moved matters to the final few steps. Zzz, Mas pulled a colin on me, darn.

Life is Fragile.
Think twice, look thrice, before crossing the road.
Memorable quote of the day coming from Dolphin, life is precious, eerily reminding of some insurance policy.

the Leaf

Mornings these days give me the shivering but refreshing itch, knowing that I'm alive and experiencing good weather. How gratifying it is to peek at a tree's every move and filter through an incoming crowd. Really an endless cycle, but the purpose to all these? What matters? Is that we have had happiness and sadness through it all. I'm guessing that these two spheres kinda balance into eventual equlibrium in one's life. Yes, its all for the better, the natural story of the Leaf.

Spring came,
and budded them
Summer arrived
for them to dance
Autumn creeped
and they fell
Winter descended
and they died

When Spring became Summer and Summer later became Autumn, we did not fear for this was natural. So why do we fear when Autumn gave way to Winter, and that to beyond.

Field trip is fun!! Meandering down history lane today got me drenched wet, albeit it was real fun. Went places I never would have thought of entering. Curiousity really amazes.

But at the end of the day, it took piercing my shabby fortress in revealing the pathetic state of my skills, to realize I have achieved almost nothing.

Twinkle Wars: 最後夜消

六天

千里走单骑,万里独飞行的日子难忍受.同伴,你在何方?

Sixth day of this ardous travel, fatigue and confusion cloud my mind. I brought some work along to occupy my time on, but the motivation isn't exactly there. Grimy skies and searing rays of Apollo aren't exactly condusive environments to begin with. The train wheels rivet quite a fair bit these days, generating a warm drone.

Soon, we derail inland and begin the rest of the way upward on foot. I have a sherpa whom will be there for me. He tells me not to worry for He has provisions. I should try and be satisfied. Recently read in a Jit book of the hardened one and quite concur with zit findings. I pray the hardened one will find light, I'm glad to think this way. I had thought of calling the Eagle along on the trip, but distance overrules, and Eagle well choseth to scale the range on the other side. Otherwise, I would really appreciate a worthy companion. This I bear Eagle a tiny grudge over. Nearby, Dolphin also appears to be making her way up this range, albeit ditzily and carrying half the luggage Dolphin hinted to have thrown away. Should I laugh or cry?!

Now when I make my way up, I shall dare not look back down for its a hideously tall range. Yes, I cannot write back. Fellow travellers, if fate be kind on us, may our paths cross and make campfire. Be it on the range paths or the victory peak. Let's put on a smile when we see each other, for it makes the cold bearable and our life more so human. farewell.

Sealed
封止

Day Three

Third day through my journey, it is thoughtful of me to write back.

The grimy landscape has been interleaving between Nature's fresh and industrial strink, half thought I was in China! These rainy days are not like the ones that came before. The raindrop, it lacks aura that calms my soul. The train conductor tells me, we now travel in the foggy mountains. Pressure is low, so water boils easily. I disagree for the sake of it. I told him, pressure is high, and people melt like water.

Last few days, we lost some cabin pressure on the trip up. Passengers display weird symptoms, estatic and forgetful. So train Captain decides, must remedy, place everyone on oxygen later today! I hate the oxygen mask, makes me sleepy, robs me of concentrating on my masterpiece. I suspect the oxygen gas is impure but they might think I lost sanity if I rebutt. What if they throw me off train up in cold mountain?! What kind of train ride is this, I pay money for quality service! Consumer rights you say? Aye, they have them in civilization, but none up in these lonely mountains!

Time is long, I try activity from handbook of the Red Kueh, it keeps my mind half awake.

The rules:
Bold the statements that are true to you.
Italise the statements that you WISH are true.
Then, tag 5 people to do the same test

I miss somebody right now.
I dont watch TV these days.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I've tried marijuana.
I have been in a threesome
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
I curse sometimes
I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. (laser actually)
I'm TOTALLY smart.
I've broken someone's bones.
I'm paranoid sometimes
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, n scar-free.
I need money right now.
I love sushi.
I talk really,really fast.
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
I LOVE the way i look.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I have a hidden talent.
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.
I have a lot of friends.
I am currently single.
I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
I enjoy window shopping
I would rather shop than eat.
I don't hate anyone.
I'm a BETTER dancer.
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I believe in God.
I watch MTV on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I've rejected someone before.
I have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.
I want to have children in the future
I have changed a diaper before
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.
I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.
I am shy around the opposite sex.
I have tried alcohol before.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
I own the "South Park" movie.
I would die for my best friends.
I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
I think Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and i LOVE it.
I am happy at this moment!
I'm obsessed with guys.
I study for tests most of the time.
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever i can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles.
I spend ridiculous money on makeup.
I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I'm proficient in a musical instrument.
I worked at McDonald's restaurant.
I hate office jobs.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I went college out of state.
I like sausages.
I love getting hugs.
I've fallen for the worst people.
I adore bright colours. All colours are beautiful.
I can't live without black eyeliner.
I don't know why the hell i just did this stupid thing.
I usually like covers better than originals.
I can pick up things with my toes.
I can't whistle.
I love kisses.
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.
I can tie a cherry stalk with my tongue.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've ever written in.
I can't stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
I think climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I have jazz in my blood.
I wear a toe ring.
I have a tattoo.
I can't stand at LEAST one person that i work/study with.
I am a caffeine junkie.
I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.
I have been to over 15 conventions.
I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.
I'm an artist.
I only clean my room when necessary.
I like a person of the same sex.
I love being happy.
I am an adrenaline junkie.

最後一班列車

The last train is leaving soon. Now I cannot parry too long here with thee for I have a train to catch. You see, the tickets are not cheap and were paid by credit. Its a destination I have not been to in years, and old friends are beckoning me to see before these days are over. It shall be a view to blow away all others.

Don't worry, I will try to write back as soon as I can. Mysteries and puzzles I shall send for thee, oh to bite fingers over. Last boarding calls I hear! Adieu adieu!



Friends! Bless my journey, help me set free a thousand birds!

飛行部落

本座會在近期內施行些在線時間管制措施,完全是自願的.隨著設定倒數一分一秒的距離拉近,也該是時候了.事關重大,不能再有延誤或遺憾!不能單以脫險而出為滿足,而應該直潮向最高境界.天空那麼龐大,我的運力再微小,也應該有能力冲破那層雲端.對,就得硬咬這個理想,堅忍不拔的死懲著. 蠻接近的.

Anyone can fly in the big sky once! No more new assignments for me.. that's it, last orders have been taken last week.
Flying ceilings and cascading windows! An oblique shape-shifting crazy world leads my way to the finishing line ahahaa! BANG.

No No for An Answer

This article makes a timely arrival just when my enterprising interests are deviating in another direction. I think I must repent on my various controversial manner of handling matters. Yes, I fumble a lot, big time, especially on human resources/relations.

Imagine you can make all the people to work for you voluntarily, then when it comes to the day when you have the money to employ people to work for you, you can definitely turn it into a success, because to make great teams, it is not cash but passion and motivation.

龍船

Dragonboating was great workout for me today. Weather was cool and waters were calm. In the absence of the searing sun, it felt like the many occasions when I had canoed overseas. Slight fog and desaturation that painted a surreal atmosphere. Yes, it was always had to be in foreign lands, now for once I can row my paddle in mainland Singapore waters.

A year and two quarters since my last row, the paddle felt great to wield and swoosh about. Albeit splashing water found their way into my big mouth that was busy yelling to the rhythmic paddle calls. Now someone just had to tell the history and circumstances about the river, which involves a few decades worth of sewage. Not to mention that we came fancifully near to a barge that was fishing out drippety scoops of sludge from the river bottom. Wow, that point of time I was convinced that the salty water sure had bad aftertaste.

Later we landed on the beach, the group decided to reorganize. Dear Boss just had to be gungho and row his lot all the way to the Singapore River. The more knowledgeable among us proclaimed this feat impossible as the waterway was now sealed by the Maritime Guard, with fears that they would be fished up for this illegal attempt. So a rescue expedition formed by a hotheaded pack rushed into the boat. I observed the frantic excitement and the thought of Vietnamese boat people rose behind my mind. The remnants of the landing party then proceeded to entertain ourselves with a tug of war. Simple physics is needed to understand this, the resultant vector force decides the winner.

One more thing! On the beach I found real live mussels! Never ever found any at any of the beaches I've been to. Now I did. I do remember reading somewhere that mussels thrive near sewage outputs. Oh joy!

蜘蛛的徘徊

腳底下的明亮,大大是否是瞎了眼.

Sans Mission

Presenting a National Day Special random photography series. Supermarket variety, all taken today! Heck I went East Coast and chanced upon this uber Sands Mission project.

Frontal view for you to gauge its scale! Big but not huge.

Wham!! That kite is a flying missile, shoot it down!

Boohoo! Dropplets of water fell from the heavens and destroyed the smashing castle. Luck was with me since I was already bored with the castle. I did not linger on to see its destruction by the forces of Nature.

The day was not done, NDP didn't start until 6pm. So more photo-spreeing. Nay, I did not take bus.

Take that, I shot da Captain!

Standing on the 2340 mark.

Stoning figures, come to life. Chill, I dun intend to give you any money.

Been one of the largest collections in one day in a friggin long while, this shall suffice.

Beheld and Behooved

Confounded I was by the sight of a watershed moon emerging under the strangled wisps of clouds. Straying down the memory lane of my others today was quite an opportunity. Knowing that I would never see things back in their heydays, I simply listened and absorbed. Just across the divide that spans almost a parsec, I sit upon twirled sand castles of greying modernism. One must seize hope in this brave new century. Even though I may not show it but I'm quite afraid. One must have faith.

Macbees

This shall be my last philantrophic project. The nature of my work is greatly unrewarding and unappreciated by everyone around. I used to think that I was doing it for myself, with the occasional appraisals of people who happened to be close by. Really, the world is unfair, all along its been preached. The least bit of fairness that I can accord myself is to cease engaging in this rotten business. Someday .. surely .. not.

Orange Meos

Evening today there were these streaks and spirals in the sky. Been quite a while since I actually saw one. Has this been the inspiration I was seeking? I have no answers.

How great is our God! Haven did spring some sparkles.

Just Imagine
If you can imagine, you can achieve.
Free like the eagles we soar.

Maybe I'm forgetting how to imagine, oh my oh my.

Cow came on Friday for the show, I think I yakked too many unmentionables. A certain accompanying Sarah attested to being at the rally.

ΓΕΠ

The time has come for me to take down these symbols from the display after half a year of donning it. For those in the know of what it means, I'm terribly fed up with more than half of you lot. Its barely a month since I accompanied some of you, and the rift was already pretty obvious back since dunno when. Really, I dunno why I even cared. The absence, more than the bad, far outweighed the good. Today I call it the end to all your selfishness and cliques. Blasted cynics! With this, I lose a sedimented thought, something which I originally wanted to give a lot of people a piece of my mind about. Do not expect me to acknowledge any more of your nonsence.

To my right, I place a countdown timer to remind myself of a greater picture beyond the past. Zuwich, time to put a new perspective.

ai no uta

Roughly translates to love song.

How can a story about a suicidal girl and a dying man be so uplifting?

Originally had thought it did be another coincidental meeting of couples kinda drama, but am glad to say it is more than that. One of the most realistic portrayals of family and friendship love among more than just 2 individuals that I have ever seen. Story concept is fresh, humorous and heart-warming (really needed that). I won't tell more about it, watch it yourself.

Further commendation must go to Director for the excellent and deliberate cinematography. I shall explain why. The girl lead has a rather doodly and uncertain character, parts where she appears are done handheld and in a purposefully shaky manner to reign that in. It disappeared after she stopped thinking about suicide. Could tell it was deliberate. Darn cool and skilled!

青紅皂白

The strong undertones of yesterday's morning warranted nothing more than entertainment. Guess what it reminded me of?

"Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold..."

William Yeats

The world is changing faster than these hardline policies can catch up on. Want to take a step back in the reverse, you twang a madman's behind.

Quite a day of reflection, about how things were proceeding too smoothly (up the hill or down the bucket). I remised the demise of the Ace Team project, how things died out..

Technical abilities may have been our expertise, but the levels of bureucracies were not our playing field. The chains of command wrenched in my apathy, made my lot feel unappreciated and un-necessary. Ever so quick to retort and intolerant to failure, yet ever so slow to reward. The undersight disgusts me, and I maintain on steering clear of these prolific entangles.

Fog-horn

I arrived on train in the waning crescendos of the rain. The countryside fields hosted a misty world which I briefly knew. Mellow was the music, some of the best tracks of DAI. Steps were light-footed, spirits were hearty to the door. But the moment was fleeting, I was careless and it fled.

Update:
Guess I should have went for the Boston Pops concert BZ was trying to cajole me into. Listening to all that stuff really makes for some nostalgia.

午饭

The subject hit upon that missing meal called lunch. As far as my memory serves, that part of the day has always been filled with drudgery and inconvenience, robbing off the joys of lunch break. Yeah, so 2 meals constitute my day, great.

Today Never Happened

A comrade has left our midst.

I guess things went OK except for the ending pauses :)
Shouldn't worry myself too much.

On a happier note of curios,

I found Pepsi Gold!!

Malaysian product as usual, haven't tasted it yet. Guess I should do so while I'm in a good mood.

Mulling Morrows

The casualty tolls have been rolling in like boulders over the Nigera Falls. The aftermath, so catastrophic that some have grown numb. Spirits may be shaken but Resolve shall be awaken. Reality takes some time to set in on me, I pray it does.

There once was an island paradize
Where the sea merged with the sky
To form bliss I thought would last a millenia
Albeit my time there was on a lease

Then came the period
When someone thought couldn't be forgiven
A distant flare ruptured the horizon
the Blue skies above
threatened to leave my sight

We made a bargain twice.
I, Myself and the Sky.
Have much to mull over.

Foreshadow

Late afternoon, bellowing sounds of rolling drums emanated from the hall. I wonder if this was a prelude of sorts to tomorrow's conflict. The Cell discussion yielded conspiracy theories of chess pawns and battling bodies. Would it be a David and Goliath? Innocent bystanders, seek refuge!

妙手

A decimating sunset across the bridge to NUH, I wondered how our beloved Chinese teacher Mdm Loo was faring in that wayward hospital room. Just last week, I had raised the alarm among our lot after reading TheFacist's heart wrenching account. Today, as part of a much later impromptu wave, I made my passage there. The company brought life to the room, notably codename G4. She mentioned that the hours bored her, and I was glad that we made it bearable, even if only for the short span of an hour. She's one of the select few whom I truly acknowledge as an inspirational teacher. The gathering sure felt like the good (forgotten the bad) old times, albeit for the undesirable reason of someone temporarily bedridden. On afterthought, I have mixed feelings about returning to the past if ever given the chance.

一日為師，终生为父
(A day as one's teacher, mentor for life)

As aforementioned, the above phrase applies to a select few teachers of mine. Not surprisingly, some of my best teachers have been Chinese language teachers. I attribute it to their self-upheld sense of Confucian righteousness but also the strong bonding from multiple occasions of the whole class failing Chinese spelling.

Honey & Clover

Bang! Run past the glittering finish line!
Ding ding! Watched Pirates of the Carribean; Dun eat me!

H&C sure puts a new perspective to youth and cherishing friends. Time passes fast and every gathering becomes ever precious. Some things are also better left unspoken.

Teeta

Here's a break from the relentless labour.
I expect someone would be very pleased with this.

排名

My vision of Physics is as clear as it can get today this week. I recall a hilarious conversation with the eagle who appeared mind-fumbled over his test. Yea, the eagle had a lot to worry about for his test cos he could be either Last or Second Last, no matter how well he did! Well, that happens when you have only 2 people in your class. Haha, how uncanny that I'm in the same dilemna. Its not nice to be last, or the last few for that matter. I'm quite worried about the calliber of grass right now.

How Google might intend to make Money with Gtalk

Its less than half a year till 2007 from now. By then, the bigwigs at Apple and Microsoft are likely to have taken delivery of both OS X Leopard and Windows Vista respectively. Now, what do these 2 OSes have in common that would benefit Google Talk?

Nothing less of spectacular than we have been promised since the last decade: Speech Recognition.

But to give credit where its due, speech recognition is already built into OS X, while Windows Vista is just playing catchup. Now Google Talk + Speech Recognition would definitely be the holy grail for Google to integrate speech conversations into one's Gmail account, much like how Gtalk IM convos are being archived now. Being able to collect keywords beyond what we input manually to speech widely opens a whole new door of opportunities for Adsense and more personal information data mining. First regarding Adsense, I guess flashing couple of word ads by the side of convo window seems like the logical way out. So you could be yakking with your buddy about that TV show earlier and Adsense displays links to memorabilaes. But I hope it doesn't get as annoying as MSN, which is way too flashy for my liking.

The invasive aspect of this might be something to be concerned about. But if Google does things right according to its "Do No Evil" mantra, that's another cashcow in the making. Microsoft? Hohum...bummer.

A Cat's Life

While out brunching, a stray cat strolled right up to the hawker center drinks store, and lazily flopped asleep on the dirty hard cold floor. Now that got my attention!

Amusing isn't it. A carefree life which we all desire: its plain come and go for the dude. I find it hard to contemplate ever doing something that without the backups and gurantees. Sigh.

Aww.. Nah, I did not feed kitty. Some auntie did.


The encounter has also awakened me to the plight of these stray cats whom are being "humanely" put to sleep by the SPCA. I'm not without reservations, as there is a high likelihood of contracting toxoplasma gondii from these guys. But their right to live is just as much as ours. It just doesn't make sense.

I is Not Malaysian

I live across the Causeway (from you) in the city state
Char kuay tiao costs $3, not 3 riggit
I live in HDB, not kampung
My Toyota cost more than 2 Protons.

Public transport will soon have not 1, not 2, but 4 CCTVs.
Media freedom is ranked 147th, not 67th
There is one cable TV station, no (Astro) satellite.
World Cup costs $20 to watch, its not free.

I know English, Chinese and Singlish, but not Malay.
Our bridges are straight, not crooked.

My ministers are paid peanuts, not ketupats.

I sing the national anthemn, but dunno the meaning of the lyrics

There are 5 small stars on my flag, not one big one.

Nabeh, I'm just as rude as you.
I is Singaporean, not Malaysian.

Its your little brother's 41st birthday.

May we have more Good years ahead!

Afternote: This was written in the light of the mrbrown series of iamsingaporean podcasts. But I guess the impact wasn't there. On a more serious tone, the media silence on the mrbrown fallout has been appalling.

Sai-kang Warrior

Enter the round-table.

Failure to plan is plan to failure.

恆心

＿|￣|○
心情煩躁,差不多要擊垮了.
實在來得不是時候啊!
我不想再絆倒了啦.

ASCII Generators for everyone: here.

大無限

And so that time of the year draws close once again. A barrage of F16s and Chinooks boom overhead in the big blue sky. Yes I'm reminded. 夕阳无限好，彩霞正满天.

雷霆

Coffee + Coke = Pepsi Tarik

Anyone want one? Caffeine content seems to be higher.







I ended off the day at Dr 17, home of Sports School. Its a great place with many fields, my next hangout. I ran all the way up the hill and was glad with what I saw. Yea, its quite a rare find.


みなお守るの為に...

Disoriented

There was a time when I felt I could jump a thousand metres, munch a million fries and swallow a thousand litres of Coke. But now, I feel sick, old and weary. Its worse off than being back at square one.

Tomorrowed

The pictorial above explains it all. The article in question is an old one regarding Pringles.

Update: So that's the kind of traffic one can expect =)

















With regards to Football fever, here's some food for thought.

Why is the FIFA World Cup a TRULY international game?
Ans: Its because the USA team is not ranked number one among the competition. Meaning to say the evils of capitalism have yet to wrestle hold of the competition unlike the Superbowl, hence giving countries like Brazil and Ghana much hope.

RG Kippon

Skipper's currently working on the my actual IOP in the homing Libre.

Today, the class crew demonstrated eschewed discipline in collaborated task solving. It was amusing to see the concept of Bit Torrent placed into real world processes, albeit I reasoned that we were doing it with decentralized tracking. Everything went amazingly in tandem, peers were either announcing that they had the necessary packages or were either busy verifying package integreity, making for a pretty rapid distribution. This essentially reduced the download time by up to an hour. All hail the power of grid computing!

Late Nite Foodie

I suppose this is it for the last day of the mockery days. I suddenly have a craving for food... yum

Just a note for myself in future if I ever need late night local food:
http://www.soccerfood.com.sg/

Thank you, children

Thank you children, for not running around and keeping the library a quiet condusive place.

Iphoting was laughing this off earlier!

EAO

Based on my brief observations over the past few weeks on the atmospheric surface:

06.35 : Sunrise's first rays fill the sky
06.50: Cloudy sky
07.10: Slight Showers
07.30: Cloudy sky
09.00: Piercing sunrays

A non-routine procedure on flashing my main desktop's BIOS has killed it. Yes, what an idiot I am. Forcefully flashing it with a beta version, thinking so I can install Windows Vista Public Beta 2. Now its dead, and due for RMA. The consoleable part is that I backed up everything into the largest hard-disk I have, so accessing them is no problem since its just a single location to look at.

Today is cut-hair day, and also a terribly cloudy hazy day!

Bildungsroman

A bildungsroman is a novel of formation. I set my sights on one.

Digging today, I came across Zefrank's critically comical podcasts.

A hilarious chinese post whore writes:
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好贴
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让联合国安理会决定将它译成宇宙语由中国神州六号升空后不断播放看有没有外星人的好贴

BBC

Humor in an everyday item, the flashdrive. I call it it the BBC: Bear Bang Com flashdrive. MO anyone? Cited from Engadget.


A distressing note from previous week, F=ma is overwhelmingly elegant! I figured out a contraption for the previous problem of a standing bicycle holder. Basically while docking, the push sets off the catching mechanism that keeps it standing. To release, just push somewhere. Have to get a diagram out sometime hopefully.

siermore

Had a rendevous off to JB for dinner with QZ after catching a 2hr nap yesterday. The week is ringing out, stuff is getting heaty. Its a wonder I didn't get a sore throat after all that dietary abuse. In other news, I like to see a nifty invention like be a standing bicycle holder.

Octance

A fancy day we had, glancing at the arrayful controls, demodulators and servers involved in satellite communication. Notably, SGI remains the workstation of choice for the job. I watched as a 6GB satellite image of Singapore was scrutinized about with ease by the SGI Octane workstation.

This 13m X Band Dish moves and rotates astonishingly fast like those funfair merry-go-rounds. And apparently, most of the satellite tracking equipment can be built into the back of modern dishes.