Tuesday, September 24, 2013
. This is a non researched.rant
Fiction was the escape from the real world that I needed.
In a world where negativity sells, I decided against reading too much into reality and instead decided to take a dive into a world where at least even the most dastardly of evil acts are reassuringly fiction.
Note, im not taking a fucking stand against being realistic. The fact is, shit boils and hits the fan everywhere in the world. We are exposed to that part of the world a million times over on the internet, news, magazines based on news.
Its depressing.
I read into the various conflicts in the world and the troubles the economic world is facing, as well as the morally fucked up cultures in some parts of the globe. Originally it was to enhance my knowledge. But, damn, after a while it was clear.
Humans are stupid.
We like to think we are bloody geniuses given the gift of bipedalism, opposable thumbs and a large brain compared to our fellow animals.
We are also the same species to murder each other gleefully in the name of supposed weapons of said destruction, to lie in order to get to the very top and destroy those we deem as "different".
Somehow we as a race have given rise to mass-murdering dictatorships and manipulative politics. Atrocities allowed to happen for the sake of curremcy. Lifes bartered for income.
Ironically its the minds of a few brilliant souls who lead their way to all of that.
The stupid are the majority tjat allow it tp happen.
Thats why I smile a little when I hear of an uprising, when tyrannical monsters are faced with tjeir possible comeuppance.
Go ahead boys. Shoot them down.
- this theoretic realization... 1:33 AM
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Tuesday, July 16, 2013
. Wonderful.
Its been a while.
It's kind of hard, dealing with the motions of living and the living and yet being subservient to your desires and needs. It gets harder when your true purpose and beliefs clashes with that of others. It seems that, the proverbial man with the stars and skies for dreams are looked down on and beyond.
We are the David to their Golaiths. Ants to big creepy crawlie.
David won, didnt he?
Nearly 20 months on the trot and boy do I wonder how else it could have been.
It could have been more bipolar than it already is now.
Or it could have been the samey, confusing, twisted reality that was the life I knew for nineteen years.
Reorientating my beliefs hasn't been the easiest of tasks.
But its done. Been done before by way less capable beings and will be done once more by more intelligent ones. Watch and learn, mirror neurons do fine.
The little minions in my head are making a ruckus and a beeline for the next high.
The net high's coming.
Wait and see.
- this theoretic realization... 12:50 AM
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Sunday, June 23, 2013
. When the good gets going, the going gets tough.
It's incredible what late nights do to you.
Fingers become a tool for poking yourself awake; a splash of water becomes a wave and a slap (across the face ) punches you awake.
All good then, for just an extra 5 minutes of burning the midnight oil.
If you want more then, you have to make sure you have a fridge stocked full of energy drinks and a kitchen top furnished with kettles with hot coffee in it.
Its 2AM+ and i have none of those things. Just me, myself and my computer.
I'm writing to let my thoughts flow. To let the energies, whatever I have left, translate into words. Writing was the choice of relaxation back then for me. It was better than playing the guitar, for instance. It was better than eating a plate of nachos topped with gooey melted oh-so-fuckin-good cheese with more transfat than an entire pig. It was just, well, heaven!
So it kind of irks me that now, in the middle of a very early night, I am struggling to write. I am actually struggling. Writer's block kicking me in the nuts leaving me rolling across the earth wounded and scarred. It's sad.
So...then, what do I write about?
My life?
Nothing much, in fact this has been the dullest year for me since my birth year, which was dreary mainly due to the fact i did nothing but sit around all day eating, sleeping, answering nature's call and that. All three on repeat. No shuffling allowed.
But that was when I was a baby! What do babies know huh? The world's fascinating for us when we were just babies. Everything was new. Everything was literally upside down and nothing could quell our insatiable desire for knowledge. We wanted to understand the world we were in; much like how Clark Kent wanted to understand Earth and its inhabitants.
Now I'm all grown up, just like Superman. That means changes. I'm no longer satiated by repetition and routine. I loathe orders as much as I love order. I hate being kept in a box of life, where freedom and privacy is never truly mine to begin with.
That being said, this box is setting me free in four months. Hooray!
Privacy? With the whistleblowing on the U.S. government formerly secret, classified spying operations, the once clandestine illusion of privacy is now open for all to realise. Privacy doesnt exist in this age.
And that will the subject of my next piece.
In the meantime...goodnight!
- this theoretic realization... 2:59 AM
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Sunday, May 06, 2012
. Self-reflection
This is getting crazy.
Vintage Opeth is going through my ears as I type this, in what has been ages since I last posted. Kind of reflects my mood now.
The year is running by quick as usual, although this year feels far slower than last year. Probably because I spent most of the year slacking away and having enjoyable times doing so. You know, time speeds up by a gazillion miles an hour when you are having fun.
Or does it?
It seems that, NS makes time go slower. It's almost as if I'm in a capsule.
Even the weekends feel pretty long. Usually two days felt quick. Like a breeze. Poof. Gone.
Or is it just growing up?
I'm guessing, as we grow older, as we mature into the world we are in, we take notice more of the littlest things. Even time. Ever looked at clock every minute or so? You'd end up looking at the time 30-60times in just an hour. Time feels slow, doesn't it?
And that's the thing about time. We take notice, it goes slower.
We don't, it just passes by.
Irritating little bugger.
Usually I would never want time to fly by, but god, almighty god, ORD couldn't be further away.
So why is this getting all crazy?
It's been four full months since the year began. I'm dismayed, disappointed at my progress in life this year.
Four slow months, might I add (again).
I should have been able to do more meaningful things with my life.
Let's see what have I done:
January - Hung out with a few friends, had a great New Year's Day, Chingay training and prep for the actual show. By far my most memorable month. Life was all Project Team, friends and AWESOME B9. That was beautiful.
Feb - The beginning was amazing. Blew me away. The fun, the atmosphere, the energy. I was on a roll for weeks after Chingay ended in the first week or so of that month. The great memories still linger :)
I will never get to perform on that stage again, but memories were remembered, friendship forged, comrades rocked. All we have left are imprints on our minds and paper! It was great. :)
March - Good month, except the end. Did a couple of projects with Project Team, experienced hell and heaven working, made more great friends throughout HQ coy. Then came the end.
5 months of being with HQ and Project Team. The guys I worked with daily. Same office. Same four walls. Same computers. Different fun, different experiences everyday. The freedom, the life.
I got posted out.
April - present Attended a Clubsnap + ASIA (Asia Street in Action) Photowalk session. Enjoyed my hearts out at that one. Learnt a great deal -took quite a great deal of pictures too! The theme was street photography, and although I love people photography and had been wanting to try street for some time, that was my virgin foray into actually shooting street. Had my fair share of adventures!
Sadly that was quite the highlight of April. My new coy was way more regimented that HQ, which meant a dampener on Gakkai activities. Couldn't come out for NP25, and ended up being busy with other little nitty-gritty, till I couldn't attend anything either.
May came, and the story's the same. Nothing much. Not at all.
In this post of self-reflection, I have come to the painfully obvious conclusion: It's time to do something.
I was reading (and still reading) this good book by Stephen Covey, titled 'The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People'. The first habit taught was - wait for it - Be Proactive.
I realised that, most ineffective and ineffeciency in individuals is due to a sore lack of proactiveness.
You need to kick a ball for it to move. Start a car's ignition to get the engine started.
We all need to kick ourselves into doing the things, making the changes we promised ourselves countless times we'd do.
And so, this is it.
Transformation time.
The next 7 months is gonna be hell but heaven's waiting to be knocked on at the end.
I shall, begin.
- this theoretic realization... 11:20 PM
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Monday, February 06, 2012
. HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! :DDDDDD
It was the end of a beautiful chapter, one filled with coupled pages of loviness, rosiness and sweetness.
Amongst which lurked the diabolical devils of struggle, pain, lethargy and (surprisingly), time.
Described in singularity: CHALLENGES.
Yup, that's right. 'Challenges' was the beholden title we christened SSA's item with, with hopes that through this performance, we would showcase the toughness of people, the strength and vitality of the human spirit, that we would touch the audience all the way down to the abyss of their pulsating hearts.
Challenges might be, in a word, the quickest way to summarise why we practice this faith. Chanting is about bringing forth our inner Buddhahood, to bring forth insurmountable amounts of incredible lifeforce, in order to achieve absolute happiness in life.
But what stands in our way? And we do we practice? Heck, why do people even read self-help books, quote quotable quotes, watch guidance videos, seek counsellors, practice a faith etc?
The answer lies therein the word, 'challenges'.
The obstacles in life are inherent and unavoidable. They creep up on us in the most idyllic periods of life, rearing their often ugly heads to poke at our emotions and to take us out like falling dominoes. They can slam into our faces like a slap and present themselves without warning, a shock so sudden some of us break down and lurk into depression. It can be brutal.
And this was the first point of the performance.
The pain-streaked faces of the performers, the negative emotions we were supposed to portray, in the beginning of our segment. We wanted to dramatise the struggles that all of us face in everyday life, through coordinated splashing of the water that made our stage, using nothing more than our prop, a cape.
We used our bodies, our actions, to show the challenges we faced.
My group was responsible for pulling the ropes that led our floats in. That was the first show of struggle we had. And boy oh boy it was real hard! There wasn't a need to fake emotions: the rope was thick and heavy, pulling it required good hard effort and the water didn't make anything easier.
Then came the rest of the performance, then with a drop in music, we all fell to floor like wounded soldiers. The music changed emotion. Drums resonated through the stage, then, a reassuring voice of reason came through.
"Young Lions..." it said.
We raised our hands up, stretching out for that little miracle of hope.
We clenched our fists and pulled it back down to our hearts.
Some of us would raise their hands up again.
Eventually, all of us managed to break through and get up, this time struggling, pulling, sweeping water with our capes, and got to our positions.
Then came the rockin' tribal dance!
This part, in my opinion, signified the triumphant breakthrough of our challenges, the defeat of the devils that were hurting us.
We could smile again!
We were dancing with faces full of joy, vitality and hope.
The music reflected all of this.
And then we ended off with a blast, arms outstretched, facing our esteemed audience, all of us looking like letter Ys from above.
I couldn't help but crack a big smile.
The feeling of happiness, that we had done it, that we had made it through to the final spectacle of our performance had made its way through me like a mist, and manifested as a big fat grin on my face.
And as we made through the finale, with the wonderfully written and performed Chingay 2012 theme song as our sonata, the emotions broke through all of us. The fireworks display allowed us to take a breather from moving our capes to the music, and we stood there, feeling like the beautiful stars that we were as the confetti drenched us all over.
It was truly amazing. Epic. I'm almost tearing as I type this.
The feeling of achievement, the astounding sense of joy that surrounds me, when I complete a truly wonderful journey like this, I can't, I simply can't describes in plain old words.
You've got to be there to feel it.
I believe everyone involved in Chingay 2012 felt it.
Splendid, just splendid.
Over 4 months, countless practices over 2 days a week, the prayer meetings, the rehearsals, all the way to the final three days. They were all wonderful memories that would last a lifetime.
We worked so hard for this. We struggled through the initially half-shin deep water running over 200plus metres to our position with heavy, drenched capes on the support of our shoulders.
Some of us struggled just to make it to training, some to get the moves right.
The head trainers and chereo team struggled with the moves, then coordination, the conducting of the young men and women under the charge in the field.
Our block ICs and group trainers made through all of this with us too.
And on February 4, 2012, we defeated all these challenges, hands down, KO win, face flat, body splat, with an INCREDIBLE, RESOUNDING VICTORY!!!
I would really miss all of this, really.
I look at my cape and all the memories are flooding back.
Facebook is full of bright beautiful people in yellow!
Thank you B9 for making this experience so sweet and saccharine for me, for each other.
I still recall being unhappy that William, Doyle and I were left apart from our 'hometown', NPSD. But we probably regret feeling like that now, for we have made great friends and had great experiences.
To my cube, William, Doyle and Chang Long for just about everything.
To the awesome YWDs I usually chill with, i admire your spirit and high-ness! (p.s. Jaymie, take care of your knees, dont take more drops to them!)
To our dearest trainers, Elaine and Tuankiak, for taking care of us all this while.
To those of my comrades and friends who watched and supported the show, bless you all!
To the Soka Stallion uncles who took care of our belongings, who served us blissfully cold water when we needed it the most, who were there to support us in person and in spirit, THANK YOU!! I respect you all!
To the rest of the performers of Chingay 2012: You people made this show yours, we made this show ours together!
and
To everyone involved in Chingay 2012: THANK YOUUUU SO MUUUCCCHHHH
I'll miss everything about it!
"Love will make you see" - Chingay 2012
-Kenneth
- this theoretic realization... 1:10 AM
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Saturday, February 04, 2012
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This is it.
These were the words the great, late, Michael Jackson chose for his comeback concert series.
It was primed to be the greatest comeback shows of all time by any performing artist.
It was meant to be a series full of the greatest grandeur, the peak of live production.
The long hours of rehearsals, the tireless practices, all of it just to come down to one day.
This was the vision that he and and his crew had.
That was it.
And in just slightly over 15 hours, I'm entering the realm, the realm that Jackson, unfortunately, never made it to.
The performance.
Chingay 2012 for SSA started out as a series of simple basic trainings at the PA HQ in Lavender, just next to the Jalan Besar Stadium. It was two days a week, once on a weekday, and once on a Saturday. Everything was pretty simple at first, but as the steps were added and added, things more complex and difficult to understand. Well, at least for me.
Thinking back to then and now, the steps are so different. It's almost as if it were a different show altogether.
How four and a half months have gone by.
From our very first training till now, we never expected to get to this day so quickly.
Im going to miss the trainings, getting wet, the craziness, the props, the costume.
Im going to miss heading to f1 pit every Tuesday and Saturday.
Im going to miss everything about this Parade of Love and Care.
Of all the big events I've participated in over the last five years, this has been the most fun, most tiring, and arguably, the one that will be stuck in the neurons within my mind for the clearest and longest time.
I love you, B9, and we are gonna rock the pits down with the rest of Chingay 2012.
HWAITING!! TONIGHT! :DDD
- this theoretic realization... 3:03 AM
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011
. 2011-abstract art or straightforward graffiti?
"Winter will never cease to turn to spring."
Just as the four seasons come and must go, the years too.
During this time, the end of every year, reflection apparates out of it's closet and becomes the burning hot topic amongst everyone.
I look back at 2011 for me, and wow. What a year it has been.
A mixed bag of cocktails or a straight served drink on the rocks?
Even now, as the curtains draw closer on the year of the elevens, it isn't clear for me whether the year has been great, bad or mixed.
What can be sure, 2011, just like all the years of my life, has hardly been placid. Too many things have happened this year, too many changes, too many incredible stories to tell.
Reflection: 2011. coming up next.
- this theoretic realization... 1:01 AM
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Friday, December 16, 2011
. Improving my writing skills!
I have always thought about my writing style and in general, my grasp of English. (No not Johnny English the parody, the language! LOL)
You see, I have always been a fan of English for as long as I could speak. When I started learning how to write, my initial words were in English. Of course, it's hardly a surprise that I grew up in an English speaking environment. Not that my parents were scholars in linguistics or anything, but it just goes to show that, even Singlish helps in ensuring a child grows up speaking decent English!
Of course, I had many compatriots who spoke really good English. It also helped that I was hardly ever a fan of Asian entertainment culture, almost always gravitating towards music from the West and up north in Europe.
That being said, I would like to put a disclaimer here: I'm no ang-moh trapped in an Asian body. No. As much as I don't use much Chinese anymore these days, I still feel comfortable (somewhat) conversing in it and I most certainly admire the complexity and beauty of Mandarin.
Just don't ask me to read or write anything in Mandarin. I'd rather do eye surgery (it's easier).
So, back to my original point about my writing.
I noticed, I have always been a simplistic writer.
I don't have a very vast lexicon. I know some people who know mountain loads of words and can throw them about like a minigun sprays bullets.
Then there are those like me, the sniper type. Big words appear every blue moon, and when it does, there's an impact.
I'm trying to improve my in-built thesaurus. It's not easy.
I see myself as the descriptive kind of writer. Not a lot of big words, but quite a truckload full of puns and analogies and long paragraphs to make you imagine the scene in your mind. Like a helium balloon full of air, tied firmly to your right wrist. The wind tugs away at it, away from you. It's my goal to have my writing invoke worlds and universes in people's minds, where each and every world is similar, yet unique and different contemporaneously.
I want to fill the balloons up with big words.
Uncommonly used words just seems to make everything seem that wee bit more interesting.
It also warrants some thinking to compliment the imagination.
It makes my articles, my posts all the more professional.
It's something I must do, commencing from now!
- this theoretic realization... 10:15 AM
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
. Just a little inspiration for all! :))))
Here's a toast to the good life. Cheers!
As I said that, I imagined a glass, quarter-full, with the goodness-redness of grape wine swirling round the bottom. The aroma of wine, being the pungent thing it is, fills my nose as I savour the loveliness of the poison I was about to consume.
It was heavenly. Alcohol is indeed one of the very few foods you can taste through smell.
Then I down it in one.
My throats constricts and my face turns blemish red. It's an automated response my body gives to tell everyone I can't drink. Thank goodness for that!
I return the glass and light the tobacco that's been lining up in my pocket, waiting for its turn to be taken out and used.
Tobacco is probably the only thing that appreciates incineration.
I pull out my lighter out of my pocket like a cue stick. Fire it up. I light the end of my cigar with the butane-fueled flame, gently toasting the end, not unlike how we nurse a deep cut.
Next moment, its in my mouth. I let the smoke swirl around my mouth, being careful not to inhale. Nicotine levels are bullish throughout my body. The taste is deep, coloured, flavourful. The texture is just abit on the rough side.
That's how I love it.
Then, I turn to take a gander at the world. I'm in the middle of somewhere, in nowhere, facing the bluest, clearest seas I could imagine, with my love by my side and a house fit for the president behind me.
I tell myself, this is the life.
No one knows what I've gone through to make it here.
Everyone thinks that success comes easy.
But life isn't about cheap thrills and quick highs.
Don't let your life be like a cigarette, alcohol, a drug.
They are instant highs. Relative happiness.
They destroy your health and leave you with nothing, without them.
Work to be like the never ending seas, and forever shining stars.
The sun doesn't decide to give light for just half a day. Its burning bright all the time.
The stars and moon simply take over at night.
And guess what? They are permanent. They are here to stay.
That's absolute happiness. It never goes away.
Then I turn around and walk back to my home. Its a simple first storey flat, housed in a nondescript building.
The skies are filled with clouds.
The only seas around the the wonderfully done paintings by the children of the neighbourhood.
My cigar's, well, there's no cigar.
And no drink too.
And my love, she's no supermodel but she's the right one for me. And I love her to bits.
Im so happy.
Its absolute. :)
- this theoretic realization... 12:08 AM
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Tuesday, November 29, 2011
. Victory is in sight!
Hi, here is yours truly, posting again.
I have my doubts whether anyone will be reading this. But oh well. Needed to flex my atrophying writing muscles.
It's amazing how time passes. When I was a kid, I remember playing with soft toys, firetrucks and action figures. I remember banging away on a $10 Casio keyboard that made as much music as a recorder being played by a untalented 7 year old me.
Eraser combat, eraser tops. Beyblades, Tamiyas and WWE Cards. Cartoons on Sundays.
Ghosthunting, Xishan Idol and straight As.
Man, those were the days!
Whenever I talk about time these days, or more specifically, how it flies, I incessantly bring up childhood and what not. Yes, I consider Primary School childhood. It was some of the most memorable experiences of my life that made, at least partly, who I am today. My friends from since then have moved on, both in age and in life. Its amazing, really, how I always envisioned growing up, and wanting to grow up quick. Why? To have freedom. To do what I wanted.
Time, you sure did a monster of a job in speeding up my wish.
Secondary school was a mix of hell and heaven. The things I learned, the moments I had, I experiences I went through, all I can say is, wow.
I probably have a grand total of one close friend left from that era of my life, but as they say, good things do come in small numbers. One is a really small number. I guess.
Then onto poly. Shortest era ever. Lasted me all of 11 months. It was fun while it lasted.
Then came now.
To cut a long story short, well, I enlisted. So I'm currently doing NS. Yes, wearing green and serving the country. What do I do? Well, that's not the point here.
The point is, what have I achieved in life?
There are so many flaws I have. I must acknowledge.
I'm not perfect, and I don't wish to be.
Improvement has always been on my mind, but somehow, has it been relegated to the back of my brain? Where it never left, but also never progressed?
I have never won a medal, never won a trophy, never got a top prize.
I'm green with envy and purple with jealousy when I see someone having a cabinet, full of glitter, glamour and gold.
I'm no talented musician; I have been playing guitar for five years now, and I'm still making rookie mistakes.
I'm not the best people person. I screwed up so bad last year with the one I love the most. She hates me now. Or maybe just indifferent towards me. Whatever it is, I'm still hurt. And in love.
I'm no god. I have flaws. I make mistakes.
And it is in such resolve that I will strive on harder to succeed in life.
And I hope you too, my .
And so do you, my reader, and all my friends and family.
This is an early 2011 reflection and to-be-due 2012 resolution.
Let's win in life!
- this theoretic realization... 1:35 AM
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
. :)
All my designs, simplified
As all of my plans, compromised
And all of my dreams, sacrificed
Hello!
After a looooong time of not touching this blog, I have decided to revive it.
So, the past few months have been nothing short of ordinary.
Friends come, friends go.
Just as a clock will stop telling time,
everything ends someday, sometime, somewhere.
Life's a mystery worth unlocking;
the answers are worth knowing,
The clues are worth finding,
The map is worth making.
These few months have changed my outlook on life. My personality. My future.
In 7 years, every cell in your body would have died and regrown at least once.
So naturally, each and everyone of us are a completely different person 7 years ago and now.
I was.
Except I didnt take 7 years, it took me 17 years to realise I needed to change, and a full year and a half to come to where I am today.
Not once will I blame you for not returning my love, you had your reasons.
I wouldn't too, if I were you.
I still wanna thank you,
for every step and move i make to improve my life
and do my human revolution,
I have you in mind.
<3.
- this theoretic realization... 12:30 AM
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Thursday, February 24, 2011
. i love it
Exams next weeeeeeeeeeek! :P
MUST STUDY.
ok so i tell myself everyday that I will do that.
end up playing gutiar, surfing net, watching youtube, spamming facebook/twitter and what not.
its like I don't even care.
I wished I had scored just 2 points better for my L1R5 and went to YJC.
At least, I'll be pushed to study.
In YTSS, as much as I hated it, I was coerced to study, submit assignments, do thing properly etc.
No wonder people say poly requires a mountain of discipline. An unshakable one at that.
Maybe all the JC people should go poly and all poly people should go JC. There you go. Everything is balanced out.
Okay I kid I kid.
Later wakeup 7am, gym, come back, study, go out train again, come back, slack, study.
Repeat for Friday and Sunday.
But for now....relax siol. :D
- this theoretic realization... 2:38 AM
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Tuesday, February 08, 2011
. :D
Here I am expecting just a little bit, too much from, the woundedBut I see, see through it all, see through, see you--------
CNY was a week long break for me.
Saw my relatives, including some I haven't seen in years, or even for the first time.
Everyone's grown up now.
Some things have changed, some things haven't.
A piece of rock can lose its shape over the years, so why not people?
This year's cny sure was better than last year's. Had great food, fun times during the four days!
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Like i mentioned in my last post, it's a whole new lunar year.
Basically, 2011 was all supposed to be about new things.
New goals, new love, new life.
But let's put a spin on that.
Better goals, better love, better life.
See what I just did? Haha.
Instead of striving for new things all the time, I have decided to take the things already in my life, and make them better.
Because I believe everyone and everything is a diamond.
But a diamond ain't a diamond till you cut, slice, polish and make it shine. Like new.
Living in the moments, living for my dreams.
That's what I am. That's what I'm doing.
And to my friends, keep smiling.
Cause you're a diamond too, just waiting for the light to shine on it.
Like new. =D
- this theoretic realization... 12:23 AM
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Sunday, February 06, 2011
. cny was awesome lol
I want the old you back.
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New love, new goals, new lunar year! :D
- this theoretic realization... 1:22 AM
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011
. decided!
Alright, so.....I have decided!
I shall stay in NP and be a good boy!
NO seriously, i have decided to stay in Ngee Ann and go elsewhere.
What I will do, is change course.
Now that will need some luck, skill and good results.....
So all the best to me in the next few weeks! :D
- this theoretic realization... 9:26 PM
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Thursday, January 13, 2011
.
Tmr's the end of JAE application.
Yes, in case you were wondering, Im changing poly/course.
SP or NP? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
So hard to choose.
Between classmates, I have no problem with either. I adapt well anywhere.
Between location, they both take about an hour to reach so no problem.
Between campus, obvious SP has the advantage, but Im sooooooooo used to NP's accessibility through campus.
Courses. Have to spam my brain cells hard for this one. Understand what im getting into.
Then there's the issue of switching institutions for SSA SD.
If I stay in NP, then all stays the same as it was and it will be simply almighty awesome. :D
If I somehow can transferred to SP, then almighty shit, I will be in a "familiarity breeds contempt" situation.
And I will really really miss the friendships I've made in NPSD. :(
And I'm not sure I will fit into SPSD because, well, I've tried before, and it didnt go too well.
Adaptability at test again?
Not so sure.
There's always the option of not changing at all, TP or NYP.
Or serving the nation.
But I shall go for the change anyway.
NP or SP, I will let my prayers decide.
- this theoretic realization... 1:35 AM
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