Follow me @HALIHOW
Firstly, i would like to thank Jeff Jarvis for writing his book What Would Google Do and enlightening me to the ways and wonders of the google platform/business model, John Lee & Theresa Tan who bought me the book WWGD as a birthday gift, though you could have just sent me the ebook and i would've happily read it on my kindle instead, saving you guys some money in the process but i'd be a bastard to put it that way, Larry Page and Sergey Brin for founding Google which in turn led to Jeff writing a book about it, Evan Williams for allowing me to blog about it and google again for buying it(blogger), and lastly Biz Stone and Jack Dorsey and Evan Williams AGAIN for creating twitter and sharing it with me for free.
I once despised the part about my parents being slower at adapting to computers and stuff, but it's been 5 years since the birth of twitter and i only just got it. Like i always say, "twenty is the new old fogey". since 5 minutes ago. This makes sense because i only just turned twenty two weeks ago.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
MY DEFINING MOMENT IN BMT
If you were to ask me for my defining moment in BMT right now, I would probably have difficulty in replying. However much I reflect on my month’s worth of experience in Ladang, I cannot find a single moment that cannot define who I am today, or the moment that has defined my BMT life so far. Could it be the 5 days of gruelling torment in field camp? The day I was entrusted with my rifle? Or even the moment I handed two dollars over to the man who would give me Nike h-Air? A virgin to all these high key events, I personally feel that my most defining moment in BMT would have to be these entire 4 weeks.
For me, the 4 weeks of BMT have been a turmoil of emotions for me as I experienced many highs and lows and discovered myself more, both the good side and Ugly side. I learnt to trust my body’s mental and physical capabilities as the days went by where physical activities progressively increased, making me faster, stronger and better. Coming from a more athletic background then most of my fellow comrades, I knew I had no choice but to display a stronger front especially when they were at their limits. I found words to be of less meaning, but actions that were the driving force in motivating one another. During field camp, when I completed tiring tasks such as shellscrape digging, the temptation to rest would be there, but army has instilled in me the one for all and all for mentality such that when you are done with individual work, you have no choice but to help your buddies finish digging as well, because if someone in your section or platoon fails so, the commanders will give you the “if you play with me I will play with you. I will make you cry” speech and everyone would have to re-do the activity. That was a joke. What I’ve really learnt is that in winning a battle, no Rambo or any special individual is required, but teamwork.
By now most men would say their field camp defined who they are at this point of time, but I realise that it isn’t the same for me. Embarrassingly to say, for me it was about achieving marksmanship for live range shooting. Not only does the SAR-21 has a scope, it has an in built laser target pointer. Personally I felt it would be pretty degrading if one did not bring down the target 26 times for BTP with the help of cutting-edge technology. I told myself that as a soldier, there would be no point in conquering IPPT easily if I couldn’t effectively handle and take aim with a rifle. Failing to make the mark by 1 shot on the day of the test was a blow to my confidence. There was only one thing left to bank on, which was the reshooting.
On the day of the reshoot, I thought quietly, “no pressure, this was going to be easy the second time” But that cocksureness was my downfall. I missed 4 out of the first eight rounds for the first re-test. Disappointed in myself and adding to my depression, I watched as some of my friends successfully achieved their score of 26. Lucky for the first round failures there was a second re-test. This time the stress mounted as I missed 3 of the first 8 rounds which meant I had no more chances to miss. In my mind I felt no one could help me now except myself. However, I was to be corrected quickly. Without the ever-understanding safety officer 2LT Anandraj beside me encouraging me with standard-SAF phrases like “it can be done” and “make your last shot count” I am quite certain I would have failed to perfectly nail the next 8 targets in a row and the second re-test would be disastrous, for there would be no third re-test. Other than extreme satisfaction, there are few words to express the gratefulness and elation I felt after the last target went down. To fall and get up on my feet again, I believe this was one of the moments that truly defined me.
Though it may seem that BTP earned the title of this essay, in conclusion I would like to suggest that my defining moment in BMT starts and ends at the ferry terminal every book in and book out, for it's really not what you leave behind, but what you bring back. I Entered Army with uncertainty and fear but in a short span of time have graduated with a certain degree of confidence and conviction. As my Journey in Tekong and the war against myself to keep pushing beyond my limit continues, I will carry the Motto of Falcon with me, “discipline above everything, death before dishonour”. In that I pride myself, and hope to make every day the best day of my life.
REC BRIAN LEE ZHAN RUI
F4415
7TH MARCH 2010
For me, the 4 weeks of BMT have been a turmoil of emotions for me as I experienced many highs and lows and discovered myself more, both the good side and Ugly side. I learnt to trust my body’s mental and physical capabilities as the days went by where physical activities progressively increased, making me faster, stronger and better. Coming from a more athletic background then most of my fellow comrades, I knew I had no choice but to display a stronger front especially when they were at their limits. I found words to be of less meaning, but actions that were the driving force in motivating one another. During field camp, when I completed tiring tasks such as shellscrape digging, the temptation to rest would be there, but army has instilled in me the one for all and all for mentality such that when you are done with individual work, you have no choice but to help your buddies finish digging as well, because if someone in your section or platoon fails so, the commanders will give you the “if you play with me I will play with you. I will make you cry” speech and everyone would have to re-do the activity. That was a joke. What I’ve really learnt is that in winning a battle, no Rambo or any special individual is required, but teamwork.
By now most men would say their field camp defined who they are at this point of time, but I realise that it isn’t the same for me. Embarrassingly to say, for me it was about achieving marksmanship for live range shooting. Not only does the SAR-21 has a scope, it has an in built laser target pointer. Personally I felt it would be pretty degrading if one did not bring down the target 26 times for BTP with the help of cutting-edge technology. I told myself that as a soldier, there would be no point in conquering IPPT easily if I couldn’t effectively handle and take aim with a rifle. Failing to make the mark by 1 shot on the day of the test was a blow to my confidence. There was only one thing left to bank on, which was the reshooting.
On the day of the reshoot, I thought quietly, “no pressure, this was going to be easy the second time” But that cocksureness was my downfall. I missed 4 out of the first eight rounds for the first re-test. Disappointed in myself and adding to my depression, I watched as some of my friends successfully achieved their score of 26. Lucky for the first round failures there was a second re-test. This time the stress mounted as I missed 3 of the first 8 rounds which meant I had no more chances to miss. In my mind I felt no one could help me now except myself. However, I was to be corrected quickly. Without the ever-understanding safety officer 2LT Anandraj beside me encouraging me with standard-SAF phrases like “it can be done” and “make your last shot count” I am quite certain I would have failed to perfectly nail the next 8 targets in a row and the second re-test would be disastrous, for there would be no third re-test. Other than extreme satisfaction, there are few words to express the gratefulness and elation I felt after the last target went down. To fall and get up on my feet again, I believe this was one of the moments that truly defined me.
Though it may seem that BTP earned the title of this essay, in conclusion I would like to suggest that my defining moment in BMT starts and ends at the ferry terminal every book in and book out, for it's really not what you leave behind, but what you bring back. I Entered Army with uncertainty and fear but in a short span of time have graduated with a certain degree of confidence and conviction. As my Journey in Tekong and the war against myself to keep pushing beyond my limit continues, I will carry the Motto of Falcon with me, “discipline above everything, death before dishonour”. In that I pride myself, and hope to make every day the best day of my life.
REC BRIAN LEE ZHAN RUI
F4415
7TH MARCH 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
the great flood.
dreamt of her again. this is occuring more frequently! am i having a relapse??? anyway, glad to be posting here once more. unfortunately, the title of today's post reflects the series of calamities my life is undergoing at the moment. firstly because i booked out late today, on a saturday! followed by the knowledge that i will be confined in camp for live firing next week, not to even mention field camp and river crossing... the only thing i'm looking forward to is the outing with my section tmr, section 3 platoon 2 foxtrot company 55th bslc/10. though that is probably outshadowed by the fact that i've just been rejected by ntu and nus for sports science and management, and mechanical engineering respectively. completing the bout is the fact that i come home only to find that the comfort of the bed in SCS is more appealing than the soaked and dirtied one in my room, accompanied by a dampened smell due to yesterday's torrential outpour which caused the rain to seep through the second floor ceiling of my house and of course, not forgetting, giving me a dip in the muddy baby pool of water in lane 7 of chamber 2 of the 300m range. oh yes. and it is strange that i am still having dreams of her. one this week, one the last week? seems to be consistent with the fact that i miss her because she's gone overseas to study in the states miles away. wow. i'm already starting to use american lingo. miles instead of kilometres. if you, my beloved reader, happen to understand how bad a fall i'm taking, please do refer me to a counseling service other than the SAF hotline. meanwhile it is great to know that spain has qualified because they are the team i'm supporting this year. and i hope to see england overcome their world cup blues and walk past the quarter finals this time round... though that would have to mean a good team like Germany knocked out. speaking of blues, for money's sake i do want the blue samurais(Japan) to win the world cup because i foresee japanese cake and biscuits on the dining table. however, the odds appear to be 200 to 1 of that happening but if my sister's $5 dollar bet does pull through, she will be potentially 1k richer courtesy of singapore pools. anything is possible, including my parents consent for my overseas education(right,...).
i will abrubtly end this post because i am tired, "sshhhhhaaaacked"-1sg teo, and have no more time to waste. the lastest chapters of naruto and bleach are waiting for me! btw my new callsign is Bbrian. (BE BRIAN!) though my life sucks, i will take this crocodile dung from an optimistic point of view, this great flood is a wakeup call to me to start working harder. goodnight!
fun fact: the greeks used crocodile dung and inserted it into a woman's vagina as they thought it would make them infertile. haha. they should promote that as mainstream contraceptive so that people would stop birth control.
i will abrubtly end this post because i am tired, "sshhhhhaaaacked"-1sg teo, and have no more time to waste. the lastest chapters of naruto and bleach are waiting for me! btw my new callsign is Bbrian. (BE BRIAN!) though my life sucks, i will take this crocodile dung from an optimistic point of view, this great flood is a wakeup call to me to start working harder. goodnight!
fun fact: the greeks used crocodile dung and inserted it into a woman's vagina as they thought it would make them infertile. haha. they should promote that as mainstream contraceptive so that people would stop birth control.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
greatest pickup line ever.
hmm. i have to get this patented one day.
start with...
hey wanna try something cool? see if you can guess what number i'm thinking between 1 and 10
she says:
4 (statistics show that 70% of the time the person will choose 7 if you rush for an answer)
Ehehe
carry on from here...
not bad. how bout an alphabet between A to Z
she says:
I guessed it?!
Uhm w
and finish with...
nope. i was thinking of u.
start with...
hey wanna try something cool? see if you can guess what number i'm thinking between 1 and 10
she says:
4 (statistics show that 70% of the time the person will choose 7 if you rush for an answer)
Ehehe
carry on from here...
not bad. how bout an alphabet between A to Z
she says:
I guessed it?!
Uhm w
and finish with...
nope. i was thinking of u.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
what goes up must come down
yes she's waiting at the end. i can see her from 10 metres below. and all that must seperate us is an esculator. so i take it. and as it climbs me higher, i am rewarded by the sight of her smile, brilliant and pure, the hidden gleam in those eyes, emitting like a glorious ray of sunlight escaping from dark clouds in the sky. but seeing her arms open for an embrace takes me aback, for it was no closed secret that we had no relationship. i must be dreaming(i really was). i return an awkward smile... expecting some sort of reaction from the goddess in front of me. but it was as though she would not acknowledge. so i wave instead. and... suddenly i'm cut off by a gentle nudge on the arm from behind. "excuse me.", he says before overtaking. and the ring of love and elation only found in a person's voice when they have found what they have searched for their whole life only confirmed my deepest and tempest fears- and as you have probably guessed, he was the one she was waiting for.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
BFG
she made a cameo appearance in my dream even though it was about my dad taking over the house and changing it into a supermarket in which my room was replaced with the beverages and snacks section! had a reoccuring dream about riding on giant spiders and discovering the lives of indigenous people. and at their fish farm they were showing us the fishcake fish-just add eyes and a tail to your regular fishcake and voila! you have a fishcake fish! what's amusing is that everyone in my dream believed it so. haha including me! i have this theory that in your dream, everyone has the same level of intelligence as you do. so whatever you think, they think too, whatever you can do, they do too. after all, you're the dreammaker! your mind can't dream up of something that has acquired more knowledge than you should have. but what if you aren't the dreammaker, what if dreams are artificially made, what if dreams do come from the bfg.......
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
months and days.be emo and pray.
january's early.
february's pretty.
march comes i'll be waiting.
april, fools- especially me. well,
maybe we could hook up before the
june holidays! cos
july's a month away from my
august crush. then goes forth
september.
octo weeks to As
november
december disco lights.
february's pretty.
march comes i'll be waiting.
april, fools- especially me. well,
maybe we could hook up before the
june holidays! cos
july's a month away from my
august crush. then goes forth
september.
octo weeks to As
november
december disco lights.
Friday, June 26, 2009
mikey's gone
25th june won't be only happy birthday to jessica anymore. celebrations will be cut in half for mikey mourning time. this post is for you MJ
with tears and bloodshed, michael has inspired so many people around the globe... malaysians too...
mikey's dead. But a legend lives forever.
with tears and bloodshed, michael has inspired so many people around the globe... malaysians too...
mikey's dead. But a legend lives forever.
WOOHOO
FINALLY JUNE HOLIDAYS ARE COMING TO AN END!!!!!! NO MORE EXCUSES NOT TO STUDY!!!! CAN'T WAIT FOR SWINE FLU TO SAVE ME ANYMORE!!!!!! BUT I NEED THAT EXTRA ONE WEEK TO STUDY!!!!! FAILURE WILL BE COMPULSORY AT THIS RATE!!!! I CAN'T LET MY COMPUTER STAND IN MY WAY.... REALITY check: WHY AM I EXPRESSING MYSELF TO THE COMPUTER?!!??!?! AM I STUPID? DUMB? BRAINLESS? DIMWITTED? UNINTELLIGENT? ALL OF THE ABOVE??!!!!??!?!? NEED TO KICKSTART MY BRAIN TODAY. HOPEFULLY I'LL BE ABLE TO WAKE UP EARLY later. MY NORMAL DAY officially STARTS FROM 4PM AND ENDS AT 4AM. can't Touch me.... WHAT ON EARTH AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE. oh by the way, i watched transformers today!!!!! technically yesterday because now's 2.40 in the morning. MEGAN FOX that devil of a girl.... woooooooo. i'd oil her engine any day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
wait,.. not yet. one more pic. not everyone will agree but i think ariel lin's cute x100. not related to transformers though. haha. you'll find her in legend of the condor heroes. rong-er.
BUt, transformers was disappointing.... some parts were too draggy, some parts too short... especially the (GODBLESSTHE)minidress Isabel Lucas was wearing. foxy is up for some major competiton... isabel had this thing going you know the total Whip-Me-If-I-Misbehave-I'm-The-One-In-Control look... woo her acting was so purrfect that i thought she might just take out a whip from her panties and... OH MY she actually DID... and it was like OUTER SPACE kinky I TELL YOU!!!!... except for the fact that it was from outer space and made out of metal and was attached to her. Daydream shattered. Splat. Plonk. Bhish. WHEN FOR MY SAKE DID DECEPTICONS LEARN HOW TO TRANSFORM INTO SEXY BLUE-EYED ONE HIT WONDERS???!?!?! actually i don't mind... as long as they stay that way.
wait,.. not yet. one more pic. not everyone will agree but i think ariel lin's cute x100. not related to transformers though. haha. you'll find her in legend of the condor heroes. rong-er.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
ouch.
cool i just had my appendix removed: exact date 22/01/09.. Ouch.
I feel lighter without the appendix clinging me down haha, lost 5 kg(much more effective than those slimming sessions advertised out there!)
will be out for a month but hopefully i'll be up and running by next week. wonder how i'll cope with ogling nationals and studies all piling up right next to me. @#$%^&*(
I feel lighter without the appendix clinging me down haha, lost 5 kg(much more effective than those slimming sessions advertised out there!)
will be out for a month but hopefully i'll be up and running by next week. wonder how i'll cope with ogling nationals and studies all piling up right next to me. @#$%^&*(
here's a pic of my sexy fish bone scar hahahha.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
my name is public, my surname is newsense
you can call me- public newsense.
during the night of new year's eve half an hour before the countdown, you and your group of friends start abusing party blowers in public... which prompt strangers to come up to you and kindly ask the lot of you to "keep it down"...
what should u say?
"sorry. i'm paid to do this."
haha, time flies when you're having fun.
list of things to do for jan 09:
1- register for ns. the time has come.
2- remind SAF that it's high time they changed to wingchun
3- read the Times magazines piling beside my desk
4- stop blogging. because it's lame and gay.
5- master 'if tomorrow never comes' on the piano so that i won't look shortchanged of talent when a keyboard is shoved in front of me.
6- sleep in moderation
7- eat in moderation
8- go bowling
9- go ice skating
10- be less clingy
oh and er, happy belated merry xmas and new year and birthdays to all of you out there lacking wishes! =)
during the night of new year's eve half an hour before the countdown, you and your group of friends start abusing party blowers in public... which prompt strangers to come up to you and kindly ask the lot of you to "keep it down"...
what should u say?
"sorry. i'm paid to do this."
haha, time flies when you're having fun.
list of things to do for jan 09:
1- register for ns. the time has come.
2- remind SAF that it's high time they changed to wingchun
3- read the Times magazines piling beside my desk
4- stop blogging. because it's lame and gay.
5- master 'if tomorrow never comes' on the piano so that i won't look shortchanged of talent when a keyboard is shoved in front of me.
6- sleep in moderation
7- eat in moderation
8- go bowling
9- go ice skating
10- be less clingy
oh and er, happy belated merry xmas and new year and birthdays to all of you out there lacking wishes! =)
Thursday, November 27, 2008
eveready
there is only one way to predict the future.
invent it.
i often wondered what the future might hold for me. but now i realise there's no point guessing. because now i know- i have the power to dream it, breathe it, hold it, feel it, and take it. same goes with luck. luck is a skill. it's not decided by fate, but by chances. anything better than fifty-fifty is good luck, anything rolled below that you can call bad luck- but not me, i call that a risk. and when i take risks, i only expect the worst, hope for the best, and not fault failure to bad luck.
so, luck equals to skill, skill equals to training, training equals to hard work(i know i'm not especially genius damnnit), hard work equals to time spent. hence i can't expect everyday to be a sunday. it takes time to harvest good luck. and besides, luck is only relative to one's desires and wants. it can range from finding a 50 dollar bill on the floor, or finding one helluva hot chick to take home for the night haha. however it still boils down to training and experience. in the spur of the moment, will i be eveready? flexible to change? versatile? naturally competitive in a different environment? or react aggressively to stimulus?
there is only way to predict the future, and that is to invent it.
invent it.
i often wondered what the future might hold for me. but now i realise there's no point guessing. because now i know- i have the power to dream it, breathe it, hold it, feel it, and take it. same goes with luck. luck is a skill. it's not decided by fate, but by chances. anything better than fifty-fifty is good luck, anything rolled below that you can call bad luck- but not me, i call that a risk. and when i take risks, i only expect the worst, hope for the best, and not fault failure to bad luck.
so, luck equals to skill, skill equals to training, training equals to hard work(i know i'm not especially genius damnnit), hard work equals to time spent. hence i can't expect everyday to be a sunday. it takes time to harvest good luck. and besides, luck is only relative to one's desires and wants. it can range from finding a 50 dollar bill on the floor, or finding one helluva hot chick to take home for the night haha. however it still boils down to training and experience. in the spur of the moment, will i be eveready? flexible to change? versatile? naturally competitive in a different environment? or react aggressively to stimulus?
there is only way to predict the future, and that is to invent it.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
mind over matter
how does a person access his inner thoughts, and deliberately activate his own subconsciouness. is it even possible? i'm clueless. how do the talented exhibit their gifts so naturally? through passion? or could it be derived from hardwork? where do they find the motivation? what kind of self-control do they possess? how do they see the future, and not get distracted by the present? a purpose-driven life. how do they find it?
i know what i express is only half of what i ponder over, further yet it would be irrelevant to state this since a part of me already sees the line that is drawn between my capabilities of thinking and my aptitude at conveying it in words. my sanity and state of intelligence is then questioned because of the mental intake of persecution i receive arguing with fatigue as i struggle to clarify a matter i cannot fully comprehend. there is the possibility that i already know all the answers, but an intractable part of me refuses to accept the much sought after elucidation. i blame myself for being weak, utterly obstinate to the truth and for my lack of romaticizing life experience.
a solution i've arrived at now poses itself in the form of delaying gratification: will a sacrifice of pleasurable time in exchange for quietness and contemplation justly aid me in my quest for solace?
anyone! help me change the question marks in my life to full stops. and i don't mean just erasing the hooked curve above the dot. =/
i know what i express is only half of what i ponder over, further yet it would be irrelevant to state this since a part of me already sees the line that is drawn between my capabilities of thinking and my aptitude at conveying it in words. my sanity and state of intelligence is then questioned because of the mental intake of persecution i receive arguing with fatigue as i struggle to clarify a matter i cannot fully comprehend. there is the possibility that i already know all the answers, but an intractable part of me refuses to accept the much sought after elucidation. i blame myself for being weak, utterly obstinate to the truth and for my lack of romaticizing life experience.
a solution i've arrived at now poses itself in the form of delaying gratification: will a sacrifice of pleasurable time in exchange for quietness and contemplation justly aid me in my quest for solace?
anyone! help me change the question marks in my life to full stops. and i don't mean just erasing the hooked curve above the dot. =/
Saturday, November 8, 2008
the marcus song!
MARCUS! OH MARCUS!
marcus is popular
marcus is hip
when Marcus is in the pool, the girls will take a dip!
marcus is straight
marcus is tall
Marcus means everything to girls oh he's their all!
marcus likes style
marcus likes fashion
marcus and girls spells just one word - Passion.
marcus is busy
marcus is teasy
marcus with girls.. oh he's never easy.
marcus takes one
marcus takes two
Marcus takes as many girls as he oh wants to do!
marcus is the man
marcus oh yes he can
marcus oh marcus, on bed he shakes his thang!
marcus and girls
is just like buBble tea and pearls
cannot be separated and makes their minds twirl~
marcus is smart
marcus has got the guts
careful if you're a girl or marcus'll break ur heart!
marcus is popular
marcus is hip
when Marcus is in the pool, the girls will take a dip!
marcus is straight
marcus is tall
Marcus means everything to girls oh he's their all!
marcus likes style
marcus likes fashion
marcus and girls spells just one word - Passion.
marcus is busy
marcus is teasy
marcus with girls.. oh he's never easy.
marcus takes one
marcus takes two
Marcus takes as many girls as he oh wants to do!
marcus is the man
marcus oh yes he can
marcus oh marcus, on bed he shakes his thang!
marcus and girls
is just like buBble tea and pearls
cannot be separated and makes their minds twirl~
marcus is smart
marcus has got the guts
careful if you're a girl or marcus'll break ur heart!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
rich.
define being rich:
the ability to flag bus 310 whenever you wish? spam 300 dollars on marlboros every month? or to be able to refurbish your wardrobe upon your every whim and fancy? haha. thanks to the internet, there's even ibanking and whatnots. with online shopping, here's an even faster and more convenient way to waste your money! thanks to a certain someone, i can proudly claim that i've been corruptedly introduced to the world of online eat-my-money-blog-shop spending sprees . it's as easy as abc. (i still don't get how it works though. it all sounds just like one of those internet financial scams to me)
she says it's simple. only at the cheap expense of 4 steps.
step 1: hahhaha like you leave a comment
step 2: then they will send you an invoice with payment details
step 3: aft you pay, you send back with your mailing details and payment details then they will mail you your parcel
step 4: ta da! brand new dress/shoes/whatever-other-else-there-is-that-makes-women-happy and a broken piggy bank at your doorstep!
step 5: you sink into utter monetary despair, realising that what you did was really dense and brainless
step 6: you start to think about taking your own life. thoughts like "plus if everyone can die tgt isnt it cool?" start to wallow and swirl in your mind. [call 63892222]
step 7: you then consult a lawyer specialising in wills and decide to give away your entire inheritance(all that you have left to give is the accessories you bought from online shopping) to your younger sisters, with a note telling them never ever to wind up in the same sorry-ass state as yourself.
step 8: with that, you jump off the building... falling, falling falling falling, and of course, at the bottom of that endless pit, i'm waiting there to catch you! i hold you there in my arms as you gaze into my eyes. without realising it, sparks fly. one glance from me is all it takes for you to wake to your senses and realisee(realise is actually short for really-see) that life is full of meaning.
step 9: everyone thinks you're dead, and you return home only to find your younger sisters squabbling over the inheritance... Your conscience is torn over ruining their happiness! Guiltstricken, you decide to jump off again(actually you just want me to catch you and hold you in my arms one more time)...
step 10: So you jump. but this time round, my arms are too tired and you fall to your death instead.
did i say 4 steps? i meant 10. simple no?
moral of the story: hell no i'm not writing one here you go figure that out yourself.
goodnight.
the ability to flag bus 310 whenever you wish? spam 300 dollars on marlboros every month? or to be able to refurbish your wardrobe upon your every whim and fancy? haha. thanks to the internet, there's even ibanking and whatnots. with online shopping, here's an even faster and more convenient way to waste your money! thanks to a certain someone, i can proudly claim that i've been corruptedly introduced to the world of online eat-my-money-blog-shop spending sprees . it's as easy as abc. (i still don't get how it works though. it all sounds just like one of those internet financial scams to me)
she says it's simple. only at the cheap expense of 4 steps.
step 1: hahhaha like you leave a comment
step 2: then they will send you an invoice with payment details
step 3: aft you pay, you send back with your mailing details and payment details then they will mail you your parcel
step 4: ta da! brand new dress/shoes/whatever-other-else-there-is-that-makes-women-happy and a broken piggy bank at your doorstep!
step 5: you sink into utter monetary despair, realising that what you did was really dense and brainless
step 6: you start to think about taking your own life. thoughts like "plus if everyone can die tgt isnt it cool?" start to wallow and swirl in your mind. [call 63892222]
step 7: you then consult a lawyer specialising in wills and decide to give away your entire inheritance(all that you have left to give is the accessories you bought from online shopping) to your younger sisters, with a note telling them never ever to wind up in the same sorry-ass state as yourself.
step 8: with that, you jump off the building... falling, falling falling falling, and of course, at the bottom of that endless pit, i'm waiting there to catch you! i hold you there in my arms as you gaze into my eyes. without realising it, sparks fly. one glance from me is all it takes for you to wake to your senses and realisee(realise is actually short for really-see) that life is full of meaning.
step 9: everyone thinks you're dead, and you return home only to find your younger sisters squabbling over the inheritance... Your conscience is torn over ruining their happiness! Guiltstricken, you decide to jump off again(actually you just want me to catch you and hold you in my arms one more time)...
step 10: So you jump. but this time round, my arms are too tired and you fall to your death instead.
did i say 4 steps? i meant 10. simple no?
moral of the story: hell no i'm not writing one here you go figure that out yourself.
goodnight.
Monday, October 27, 2008
season 2 premiere
HEY people. i'm officially back, FOR SEASON 2. i know you're hyperventilatingly-excited to be reading this. haha, short recap for starters.
ONE, i didn't nail promos. and of course, when a person doesn't hit the nailhead with the hammer it can only mean one thing- he hit his own bloody thumb instead. (yeah his thumb turns bloody too. what a loser.) seemingly disappointed to say, i flunked gp alongside chinese. hmmm, is this a sign from above, that my communication skills should fail me in the future? i was just telling my parents this afternoon after lunch that if i end up abilityless in the near future with no career path in mind, i'll have to sign on in the army. yeah, here's a really important message to the people complaining about losing their jobs: WAKE YOUR ASS UP - you want job security? JOIN SECURITY for goodness sake. stop being a damn whiner and join the singapore armed forces. lol, maybe some SAF dude reading this might actually come along to buy the rights to use that statement as their tagline, and i'll overprice it and be rich overnight. haha.
TWO, as for the emotions have been dammed part, everyone knows the story already, so lets just forget about it... and move on ;) hahaha. alright, to prove to my faithful readers that i've not turned into a dull lifeless boring person after plenty of emoing and exam-mining, i shall talk about my recent escapades. Nope, i haven't been indulging in insane walks home to east coast from barker road anymore but, yeah, i think ccaab(cca advisory board sch camp) sort of made up for it... hmm. lot's of things i could rant on about so i'll just point form everything.
CCAAB:
day 1- torturous talk by ksl, that's about it. let's move on to day 2.
day 2- suntanning session
day 3- monkey/rabbit/tree day
day 4- wicked sick fun telematch which Thatcher won. (don't ask me why they named my group after some politician who screwed up the welfare system)
day 5- Thatcher wins second best group overall> expected. blee wins best camper overall> super unexpected, as everyone else has mentioned to me in casual passing. lol. fyi, it's quite the demoraliser guys. but then again, figured it's better this way cos an ego boost is really not quite what i need right now.
let's talk about my real near future... nope, i'm not signing on to SAF. what for? haha, i think arh, use the "little boy" from hiroshima 1945 (yes, that was 63 years ago already) singapore still sink and everyone gg. but for now, i think chinese A-O levels can easily deal just as much damage to me. i could jolly well end up like that Olga Kurylenko from the rip-off-of-a-one-dastardly-horrible-movie-called-max-payne who ended up in bodybags assigned to each of her different body parts/ the only difference being that she got sliced and diced while i got a blow job(i mean this in a non-sexual way. yes, i thought it sounded appropriate. just pretend you don't know what it means okay?)
hmmm, next up is project work. all that's left is oral presentation.er, please don't get weird ideas now. it's project work, it's an Alvl subject. well, so far i've done four OP trials and am sad to say, that the transition from my first trial to my fourth was a total disaster. hmmm, the rap part of my presentation was impressive though. i am pleased to assure you that i am not exaggerating. my classmates can testify to that. haha. the only farce was the comments i received from the "examiner". i quote, "hmm, brian, i feel that you have toned down on the, umm, too cool for school attitude of yours but, umm, i feel that even though it's better, you've umm lost some of your confidence." (she says 'umm' on purpose to add style to her speech but umm it just sounds annoying to me)
TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL? right. thanks and no thanks.
hey people, that's all for my life right now, yeah. welcomeBACKtosuckersville. goodnight!
damn. my internet's not working right now so i got to save this and come back later to post it. - 2.01am.
PS! special thanks to Mao who inspired me to start blogging again. everyone say yay... yay.
ONE, i didn't nail promos. and of course, when a person doesn't hit the nailhead with the hammer it can only mean one thing- he hit his own bloody thumb instead. (yeah his thumb turns bloody too. what a loser.) seemingly disappointed to say, i flunked gp alongside chinese. hmmm, is this a sign from above, that my communication skills should fail me in the future? i was just telling my parents this afternoon after lunch that if i end up abilityless in the near future with no career path in mind, i'll have to sign on in the army. yeah, here's a really important message to the people complaining about losing their jobs: WAKE YOUR ASS UP - you want job security? JOIN SECURITY for goodness sake. stop being a damn whiner and join the singapore armed forces. lol, maybe some SAF dude reading this might actually come along to buy the rights to use that statement as their tagline, and i'll overprice it and be rich overnight. haha.
TWO, as for the emotions have been dammed part, everyone knows the story already, so lets just forget about it... and move on ;) hahaha. alright, to prove to my faithful readers that i've not turned into a dull lifeless boring person after plenty of emoing and exam-mining, i shall talk about my recent escapades. Nope, i haven't been indulging in insane walks home to east coast from barker road anymore but, yeah, i think ccaab(cca advisory board sch camp) sort of made up for it... hmm. lot's of things i could rant on about so i'll just point form everything.
CCAAB:
day 1- torturous talk by ksl, that's about it. let's move on to day 2.
day 2- suntanning session
day 3- monkey/rabbit/tree day
day 4- wicked sick fun telematch which Thatcher won. (don't ask me why they named my group after some politician who screwed up the welfare system)
day 5- Thatcher wins second best group overall> expected. blee wins best camper overall> super unexpected, as everyone else has mentioned to me in casual passing. lol. fyi, it's quite the demoraliser guys. but then again, figured it's better this way cos an ego boost is really not quite what i need right now.
let's talk about my real near future... nope, i'm not signing on to SAF. what for? haha, i think arh, use the "little boy" from hiroshima 1945 (yes, that was 63 years ago already) singapore still sink and everyone gg. but for now, i think chinese A-O levels can easily deal just as much damage to me. i could jolly well end up like that Olga Kurylenko from the rip-off-of-a-one-dastardly-horrible-movie-called-max-payne who ended up in bodybags assigned to each of her different body parts/ the only difference being that she got sliced and diced while i got a blow job(i mean this in a non-sexual way. yes, i thought it sounded appropriate. just pretend you don't know what it means okay?)
hmmm, next up is project work. all that's left is oral presentation.er, please don't get weird ideas now. it's project work, it's an Alvl subject. well, so far i've done four OP trials and am sad to say, that the transition from my first trial to my fourth was a total disaster. hmmm, the rap part of my presentation was impressive though. i am pleased to assure you that i am not exaggerating. my classmates can testify to that. haha. the only farce was the comments i received from the "examiner". i quote, "hmm, brian, i feel that you have toned down on the, umm, too cool for school attitude of yours but, umm, i feel that even though it's better, you've umm lost some of your confidence." (she says 'umm' on purpose to add style to her speech but umm it just sounds annoying to me)
TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL? right. thanks and no thanks.
hey people, that's all for my life right now, yeah. welcomeBACKtosuckersville. goodnight!
damn. my internet's not working right now so i got to save this and come back later to post it. - 2.01am.
PS! special thanks to Mao who inspired me to start blogging again. everyone say yay... yay.
Friday, October 17, 2008
lalala
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Monday, July 28, 2008
season 1 finale
my reservoir of feelings have been dammed.
i was a tad too late,
maybe i can't twist fate.
time for work to take precedence over life.
ace promos and feel comfortable.
i was a tad too late,
maybe i can't twist fate.
time for work to take precedence over life.
ace promos and feel comfortable.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
mind reading
i wanna be a psychologist.
we cannot change the cards we've been dealt, but the way we play them
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