This is Fun and Rewarding
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
I have found my heaven for design without the hassle of production. stupid clients or crazy timelines. And I'm honestly quite happy to see an encouragingly positive response in a short 24 hours. So here are more designs (4 more to complete the set)!




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Designing Cheong Sams
Monday, July 30, 2007
Recently I have been introduced by Balloony to this thing called IMVU, some hybrid of Friendster, MSN, Second Life and Blogger. Initial it was rather disturbing to actually "see" so many souls plugged in to live their lives out in virtual convenience.
It then hit me, that there is some sort of economy actually going on, and with the site in its beta stage, it means the market is still relatively untouched.
Armed with my trusty Photoshop tools, and a night long tutorial on the basics of 3D Studiomax, I embarked on my little product development endeavour. The following are my first creations (supposed set of 12 zodiacs).




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Destination is Demise
Friday, July 27, 2007
Balloony deflated again, so I’m left to sit through the night with my new book on I-TOE (Expanded into Integral Theory of Everything). Somehow fate has a way of putting new purpose into my life every time I hit a seemingly dead end, and this is both comforting and disturbing.
Though I have barely started on the book, I am beginning to understand the sheer insanity of actually trying to conceptualize a genuine TOE. In fact, perhaps theory alone is not enough, but rather, we need an infallible law that governs everything, and not a theory that leaves room for error and future problems.
I have also come to realize this is almost precisely the root of my lifelong ambitions. Being the control-freak of a Scorpio, perhaps it is in my very blood to achieve the pinnacle of control. A pinnacle I have tried by means of enterprise, the military, spiritual studies and meditation, shit loads of reading and in the end, here I am, finally arriving at the last stone of the steps.
The pinnacle of control is the absolute eradication of randomness, which can be achieved only by discovering that one law that governs everything. While no human soul has gone even close to sniffing out the possible existence of such a law, we can probably agree that the law would need to adhere to certain pre-requisites for it to be deemed the LOE.
1) Eradicating Random Phenomena
A law that understands and governs everything should eradicate all randomness, and have them translated into calculated possibilities. I would even go further to say that it should, being all encompassing, eradicate the possibility of future randomness (this is the almost impossible part).
2) Looping Cause and Effect
While most scientists would argue that an absolute TOE should be the end of cause of everything else, and in the mapping of the equation not re-create itself, I beg to differ. I believe a complete TOE should take into account both ends of the equals sign, and not be just an expression. A spiral would be insufficient, neither would a mobius strip. Nevertheless, it should be looping because we have to account for “eternity”. This is not time-based, by the way.
3) Observable and Applicable in a Singular Fashion
A law would be useless if we would need observers at every end of the universe to watch over everything in order to accurate predict something. The law must therefore, be simple enough to include, generically, only few variables into it string of calculations to process the future possibility.
This seemingly inconsequential pre-requisite is expressed to allow practical usage amongst us sentient beings, who unlike ants, do not function under an overlord brain, but run on individual minds.
I have also pretty much some to terms with the fact that life will be quite unpredictable henceforth, should I choose to fervently pursue this end. It also makes me wonder whether in doing so, I am performing an act of free will, or whether I am merely acting out the play under the strings of fate.
This will be a lonely and demoralizing journey, considering I’m not even trying to walk through a tunnel, but digging one in a direction I have no certainty of seeing light. And even in the face of such adversity, I am probably insane enough to carry on.
If this is the root of my lifelong obsession, I see no reason to abort the mission. In fact, the total uncertainty that awaits is something to be enjoyed. Then again, should I, under the rarest of possibilities actually arrive at the destination, I would probably find the universe a cold place detached from meaning and purpose.
Perhaps, in the end, we all become the monster with no name, or the monkey that was man.
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Happiness
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I am really perturbed by the idea Balloony put forth yesterday:
Happiness is delayed sadness, and Sadness is delayed happiness.
Then someone else the other day told me success is happiness, which made a good bit of sense then but now everything just seems jumbled up.
I’ll probably have to spend a good bit of brain juice on this tonight. Looks like the next piece of music will have to wait, I’m not in the mood to compose now.
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Memory and Cosmic Inteference
I hatched an intriguing idea yesterday, a residual thought from a chat on a lorry ride, a probing question from someone and an hour long discussion at my friend’s office. Since this friend of mine refers to me as Woony, I shall call him Balloony (you see, he has the tendency of “deflating” as the clock strikes 12 midnight).
The general gist if the idea revolved around the origins of the thing we know as memory, which can then be spliced up into the conscious collection, and the subconscious sea that resides within.
The conscious memory is the Memory we refer to in our daily lives, and it probably started accumulating when we came in touch with what we know as language, but to be more precise, any form of communication that tags a constant expression to a constant perception.
The subconscious memory is, however, more interesting. This sea of memory does not just reside in our mind, or at least this is how my theory goes. It in fact resides in every single cell / spec of energy that we are made of.
Science tells us that we are, like all else, made up mostly of space, and partially of electrons, protons and neutrons. Ancients tell us the nature of energies can be broadly classified into 5 types (or what the Chinese call Wu3 Xing2). Cosmic studies further tell us the ever changing effects of electro-magnetic fields on our planet earth, as the cosmos revolve in their pattern of eternity.
Astrology, the more accurate text of it, reveals the nature of people born to certain dates and years, based on the corresponding patterns of the sun and the moon, the 2 cosmic bodies from which a large majority of our electro-magnetic interference is experienced.
Putting all this together, I have concluded (of course only on personal opinion), that all claims of singular past lives are groundless, and that we do not have only 1 past life (as most may like the grand but morbid suggestion of being Genghis Khan or Hitler on their pre-incarnation).
In fact, going by the biological chain that runs our ecosystem, we reproduce by feeding on what is provided; flesh from other animals, which feed on plants and plants on soil. We die, become the soil and the cycle continues.
If I were to claim (as proven in the scientific findings of muscle memory), that every cell has a memory of its own, it would mean we are made up of many different cells, collected from what we consumed in life, and what our parents consumed before that. So, we have millions, possibly billions of a past life.
Understanding the cosmic electromagnetic interference from the sun and the moon, how it affects our mating cycles, appetite and so on, ancient astrologers probably found a way to piece all this together into a roughly dependable system of prediction for one’s subconscious memory.
Unfortunately, astrology is often only as far as 70% correct. This simply means, that we do not currently have the means to decipher the remaining 30% of cosmic interference, that may be exerted upon us beyond our tiny solar system.
While this may all seem pretty interesting at first, I personally find it quite disturbing to have my life pre-determined to such an extent before I even live it out. The next question, one unanswered throughout humanity, is the question of whether we truly have a choice.
On a side note, my Balloony friend has commented that I bear a semblance to the DoTA character – Roshan. I have thus attached a picture of Roshan below.

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Confluence 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Some photo taken at Confluence...

The team that made it happen
The AV champions!
Sneaking around the sound system before GOH arrives
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The Lone Journey
Monday, July 23, 2007
I have always bore a misconception that I had set out, many years ago, on a lone journey. It is not a path less travelled, for there was no path, and I have sought, perhaps in a both childish and uncompromising manner, a scenery no one else would see, a scenery with more grandeur than anything our short livied civilisations have ever uncovered.
As I trudge down the forest trails, the mountain passes and icy tundras, I have come to full realisation that I am not alone. In fact, it is only we humans who have not walked this path, but there are beings, traversing these planes and beyond.
It is in such realisation, and with my humble knowledge and inept sensory perceptions, that I pen down in music the voices that have accompanied me, the souls I have denied till now, but who have unconditionally provided me with the much needed companionship.
As I have been, and will always be, The Warrior, The Wanderer, The Tramp...
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End of the Tunnel
Saturday, July 21, 2007
The last three weeks have been a really hectic time, trying to pool together the ever-expanding list of Confluence requirements. Well, it was fun and perhaps irritating at times, but at the end of it all the event was a definite success and everyone who participated, including the troublesome Tree-Planters, was pleased with the provisions.
I have too many people to thank for making this event possible, and working through tireless hours and ridiculously short timelines to deliver the end product. My suppliers, colleagues, partner, friends and even the clients, who were really understanding, deserve my most heartfelt thanks.
I was really looking forward to a short break, maybe a trip to somewhere temperate after the event. Alas, that was not to be, not just because of the queue of other jobs in line, but also due to the fact that the joyous mood was somehow never there to greet me at the end of the tunnel.
No doubt I have made great friends in the process of getting Confluence up, friends and possibly future comrades whom I believe I can count on to make things happen. Some companies have also expressed their interest in furthering a business relationship, which is supposedly a good take home.
Oddly, I am not the least bit happy that it is over. Neither the success of the event or the great feedback was of consolation. In the end, I feel as empty as before, as I know that when mapped unto the greatest visual perception, I have not achieved anything at all. In fact, such events merely serve to push humanity further down the path of Darwin’s Nightmare.
Anyways, I will be taking a break for the next few days, at least to physically recuperate.
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Lower than Swine
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Today was literally, as the title says a whole string of appointments, meetings, inspections and self gratification. Taxi fare alone was close to 100 bucks. Not that I mind, since it’s all for the upcoming Saturday event.
Through this short period of 3-4 weeks, the current and previous being the most intensive, I have met and learnt much from few people, though they have not, and probably will not be able to intentionally teach me anything.
On a side note, this event has also helped me fish out the reliable and supportive suppliers from those who are only clinging on for a ride. Relationships have definitely grown stronger (for the good ones), and those whose name-cards can enter the trash can have also been highlighted. For some, their name-cards will soon be found with the lawyers.
Working with the young and supposedly upcoming have also lent me some useful insight to the direction this country will be taking in the next 10 to 20 years, should they be handed over to the care of these young masters.
As I have mentioned in my earlier posts, there are many swine amongst the few lions. I have realized only today that the story does not end here. I believe I am able to forgive people who have problems with proficiency, but I have no tolerance for those whose very characters are flawed. I shall henceforth refer to such people as slime.
When push comes to shove, the slime does not just loose its footing. It will first make sure all blame and fault be passed on, legitimately or not, to another soul (friend or foe). It will do so at the cost of morality and integrity itself. When put in a position of power, these people tear down communities, burn valuable bridges and lose a good sum of money for their organizations. In summary, they are the painted apples with rotten cores.
Through it all, I must say I both respect and pity the leader, who has no choice but to be put through the grueling ordeal to get things done. To have to fight a war with soldiers trying to sabotage their own installations, stage a coup and spread unconstructive comments is by no means an easy job. I should also thank my lucky stars that this leader is able to keep his cool in making decisions, and not fall blunder to the negative swirl of the slime.
I am now contemplating, whether or not to mete out the necessary judgment, and weed out such pestilence, less they continue to pollute the very values of our sentient species. I have not used my little sting for so long, perhaps it is time to let those who have forgotten fear taste the wrath of the star not to be crossed.
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What I Truly Suck At
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
I believe love is one of the things I truly suck at. It's probably a major part of the unexplored 2% of the remaining of my life's journey. Not just doI not know how to love, I pretty much don't know how to receive it either.
The end state - I miss everything, and end up writing songs as a vent of such residual frustration. Thankfully, the my little songwriting effort proves to be quite effective in putting things behind me.
The current piece; "Memotion" (which means memo-emotion), is yet another attempt to put something, or more exactly someone, behind.
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Beneath the Masquerade
I have realized, and perhaps in a hard way, how the capability of a person cannot be judged till they are really put through the crunch of things. Exquisite demeanor, verbal gymnastics and a small dose of charisma can get you in someone’s good books, but it says nothing on how dependable you are till you actually face crisis at point blank.
Here, you will see most people flee, desperately trying to point their fingers at others to place themselves in better moral light, some will tremble while keeping their righteous integrity, and only few, very very few, will, actually step forth to conquer the trials and tribulations.
And this step forth, this is the step that separates the strong from the weak, the leaders from the followers, the lions from the swine. Recently, I have come across too many of such snout-face creatures, fervently attempting to create a clone image of the majestic lions, an image too large for them to don.
And so, what happens when your clothes get too large? You become a clown, and quite an amusing one too!
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Old Man Catching Up
Saturday, July 14, 2007
This is perhaps my first ever attempt to try to reinvent the sorry state of my blog. This is the first time in the entire 2 years that this blog has been around. It has served my literary vent loyally for the whole time, so I though I should return the favour by dressing it up a little.
Was totally blur at blogskins and Imeems. Thanks to my brothers (who are way more up to date), I managed to scramble through the basics to come up with this.
I also took the liberty to add some of my current stock of melodies in, the one which is playing commemorates a certain someone with whom it was never meant to be.
Enjoy folks!
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Greatest Weakness
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
A person's greatest weakness may be defined as: "The starkly missing pieces of his / her life, for which he / she would exchange more than half of their current possessions to obtain".
I just realised the pattern behind everyone's weakness / soft spot. Of course, this includes my own. The 2% I have yet to achieve, which I almost gave up the other 98% for. "Weaknesses" these days, in the age of trade and mutual acquisition, is largely a resultant of the human nature and educational process we have been put through, which tells us at an instinctive level that we have to forgo something to get another.
But truly, since we don't really own anything in the first place, if we could unlearn the mentality of sacrifice, would be end up with no exploitable weaknesses?
Just ranting...
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The Biggest Bullshit of Human History
Monday, July 09, 2007
It was a rather intense night yesterday. As my friend described, the intensity was only further propelled by the mutual magnetism of 2 Scorpios. For the most part of the ritual, it was probably enjoyable, largely at primitive levels. For the part beyond that, it seems to be really confusing.
Somehow this entire episode had drawn in me a conclusion that emotional connections these days are really quite cheap. They come in an instant, and leave in the next. 2 people sharing what is supposedly (traditionally, whatever) a moment of pure bliss can thereafter not meet each other for the rest of their lives.
It seems this one pinnacle of human emotion be achieved so easily, and then discarded with equal disregard. Where then, is the value of such a thing? What then, the reason for human’s reverence towards it since the start of civilization?
While one perhaps would be unable to pinpoint the exact works of the higher mechanisms, we can safely conclude that the statement “Love is the highest power”, is utter bullshit.
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For Who? You, Me and Everyone Else...
Saturday, July 07, 2007
I just watched Transformers today. Just like the norm, we see a flurry of 3D graphics and the over-emphasized theme of “fighting to save the day”.
While the enjoyable movie seemed to serve no other purpose other than entertainment, one particular scene caught my attention, and till now I’m sill pondering over the relevance of the subtle message it was trying to convey.
This scene was when the leader of the Autobots – Optimus Prime, and the leader of the Deceptocons (I hope I’ve spelt it correctly), Megatron, were engaged in this heated battle. MT went on about how humans as a dumb race do not deserve to live (and in fact we were truly portrayed as idiots most of the time in the movie), while OP insisted we deserve a chance to choose.
This scene somehow resembles our everyday battle. We fight each other to create an ideal world, a world WE think is the best for ourselves / everyone else. We don’t often seek their opinion, but instead decide for them since they probably can’t make a wise decision if left on their own. We call this attempt a battle for the Greater Good.
But truly, what’s best for us is for us to know. No one else would know better.
Sometimes it just puzzles me, why do we have to coat our individualistic visions and efforts in the name of others? What is actually wrong with doing something just to please oneself?
OP fought for the human race because HE felt it was the better choice.
MT did the opposite because HE wanted to create an alternate world.
LKY built Singapore based in HIS ideals of a functional democratic nation.
Parents urge us to study hard and score well because THEY perceive such efforts as the key to success in society.
And when so many people out there are trying to impose ideals upon us, what’s left for us to decide? And if we truly make a decision, followed by action in the name of self, does that make us a lesser being?
This is just very, very puzzling.
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Confucius and Confusion
Friday, July 06, 2007
What do you do when you first hatch a cool idea?
1) You will be momentarily elated with the knowledge of your own genius and the pleasure of conceiving brilliance.
2) You will then think, it’s a cool idea, probably really profitable. Now if it is a million dollar idea, it would probably take a million pounds of effort to achieve, not to mention the fact that solidifying the idea would take more than the capacity of one brain…
And so you may think…
I cannot be more puzzled by the fact that we humans really love to complicate matters. Scholars and thinkers probably find a great deal of self worth in an expression that only they can understand. And since only they can understand, the rest who don’t must be dumber, and should thus pay reverence to the great mind of Confucius, or was it Confusion?
Sometimes I feel there is a whole lot of truth in the statement “It is all in the Mind”. If we think something has to be complicated, we inevitably end up complicating the process of obtaining it, probable stuck halfway through, and either give up or continue in that complicated mess until we eventually find a way out. We then dub this form of effort as perseverance, one of the highest degrees of human character.
Let me try to simply things a little, into 4 simple steps perhaps:
1) We come up with a new idea.
2) We decide to do it.
3) We put it to action, and for parts of it we cannot complete, there will always be another soul out there with the adequate skill to do it.
4) If it fails, too bad.
See, it wasn’t so hard. Simple thought, simple action and there’s no need to blame yourself if it fails, because truly nothing is lost.
I think this also explains my ever decreasing IQ. I believe IQ is really a quantifying tool for how complicated a person’s thought process is. My IQ dropped from 144 to 130 to 115 in 3 months. I think it will eventually become 0, and perhaps then, I can have the same efficiency of thought and communication as ants!
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Let me move on ...
Thursday, July 05, 2007
When the Mad Arab penned his last words on the black book of the Necronomicon, he claimed to have seen a thousand moons, faced the gods and goddesses and traveled the fiery earth of hell. Is it such a claim that made this man mad, or was he mad BECAUSE he made this claim? You are the judge, you are your judge.
Having lived through the last few months, I can only conclude that I have pretty much come to that same stage of insanity. Beneath fine quilt curtains, behind the peaceful façade, there is nothing; nothing to justify everything. The light of purpose lost to the pitch black space of the ever-expanding cosmos.
In this darkness, in a space without light which then cannot be considered space, I make my claim to madness:
I have lived a thousand years , if not more. I have seen the sun, the moon, the galaxy, the future and the past, but not the centre of the earth.
I have read and tread every possible path of existence, in search of a purpose that cannot be answered because to answer it is to deny the very purpose of existence.
I have honed every skill, every face of human intelligence mapped through our history of evolution, revolution and civilization. I have learnt all that I fancied, and some that I have not.
I have explored every spiritual, philosophical and scientific path of enlightenment, only to realize that light is but an illusion thrust into my digestion system, forcefully devoured to which without we somehow wouldn’t even know of our existence.
I have altered my consciousness to feel and think, in absolutely different realities from the one we seem to commonly share. I have seen under the 5th dimension of measurement, the possibilities beyond the 3% of my conscious making.
I have seen the absolute truth behind human, if not worldly suffering. The blatantly wrong path of evolution we have taken and now refuse of accept as a mistake. We view but do not see the totally illogical dispersion of wealth and value, and the utter foolishness of our own inept species.
I have seen everything a human being, with his five senses, 7 Chakras and supposedly dormant, now awakened pineal glands can possibly see. I have reached the dead end of knowledge and wisdom, beyond which all I can conceive with my bare eyes is a treadmill, upon which I am supposed to live out the rest of my life.
Likened to a student, I have passed my examinations, every single paper offered, but I am not allowed to progress further. I can visit the library, or do whatever I like during recess and breaks, but not a single article of knowledge available will reach beyond what I already know and have.
My only consolation, if any, would be the insurmountable task of fixing that one problem we denounce, with one willing soul as my comrade and an enemy in the billions. The tricky part is, I am their enemy but they are not mine.
With all this, I believe I am truly mad.
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