tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109422782011-04-22T06:01:13.229+08:00my ins and outs, my ups and downswinterfangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882685965492700227noreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10942278.post-28144260283725278282007-07-12T23:29:00.000+08:002007-07-12T23:58:41.105+08:00

I used to bowl when i was down. The last time i tried bowling again, i realised i hated it. Bowling's a sport for rich and talented kids. Just plain rolling your balls down the gutter. Friends out there, don't ever ask me out for bowling ever again. I'll slam the door right in your face cause i'm not a rich or talented kid who loves rolling his balls down the gutter.You would have realised by now

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I took up a new hobby just last weekend. Well, that makes it two new hobbies this year. In case you're wondering, i'd just got myself my long awaited digital camera last month. But i thought, can photography keep me occupied all weekend long? Felt that i needed more ommphh into my already boring life. No doubt i was already working out in the gym twice a week, but that was more routine than

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Things are looking so good ever since i left that damned job. For one, i have much much more time to do things i'd always wanted to but couldn't find time to do so then. Like learning to drive. I'm enjoying that Japanese song being played on the radio as i type this article now. This is what i'd always wanted. A surreal Sunday night when one could just reflect on his life.As i type this, i

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Yup. I'm slimmer these days. I reckon that i'll have one hot bod in a year's time.How i love my current job! Unlike the previous one where i'd to slog like a dog, the current one caters more time. More time for gym workouts. If i ever would be on Cleo's 50 most eligible bachelors, the very first thing i'm gonna do is dedicate my long-awaited fame to The Company. Mmm...i wonder if those men are

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Yes. A useless son - That's what i am.Other sons could provide well for their family. They make sure everyone's healthy and happy. I envy them. People often asked me where i would be holidaying that year. As always, i would smile and reply that i won't be holidaying any time soon. How i wished i could bring my mum and dad out. Even a trip to the shopping mall would suffice. How i wished i could

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Two months of plain idling. Finally. I'm working again! Finally, doing something i like. Doing something i enjoy and look forward to each and every other day.It should have been a great week.I have the habit of reading the daily papers from the back page. Something which i did since i was in secondary school. Those were the days when teenaged sports enthusiasts like us read the papers mainly

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Yup. I'm unemployed again. No. I wasn't sent packing. Neither did i screw my boss. I left voluntarily.Mixed feelings. On one hand, i didn't want to leave my current job. It was extremely good paying. Where else can a fresh grad obtain 5 to 6 grand every month? But it came with strings attached as well. Working almost everyday on top of 12 hour night shifts is one hell-of-a-sap-depleting task. Not

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Nothing motivates a person more than love. At least that is what i believe in....I've always told everyone that money is the driving force behind a person. Why does Man work? Come to think of it, His life journey starts from the day he was born, through the days of education, then comes him working for a living, probably retirement, and finally death. What is the purpose of one's living?I hate my

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It has been ages since i last written an entry. A month and a half ago i believe. I had just gone through my very last post. Just to recall what i'd said then. Ah yes, i was still all jitters about my exam results then. Glad all those tense moments are over. At least for now. My results were so damn good. More like heavenly. I graduated with a second uppers. Something i've been trying so hard to

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Nervous. As i'm writing now, i can't help but think what's in store for me the next 24 hours. Armaggedon pending. Exams results will be announced in less than 24 hours. Will i graduate? Or am i gonna fail some module and embarrass myself?Heaven's been very kind to me all this time, and i really do hope that His/Her/Their kindness don't falter this time round. It will be really devastating if the

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I've only gone for three job interviews so far. First and second interviews for a semiconductor company and a redundant other from one of the ministries. i do want that semiconductor's job. Not that they're offering a lucrative five day week offer or anything. On the contrary, it's probably the most demanding job an engineer could have. 12 hour night shifts. Work on weekends. Challenging and good

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I haven't recorded any posts since like two months now. Exams, theses, papers, presentations...All these looming in the past two months. They're finally over. Hopefully. In the meantime, it's job searches and more job searches.Surreal. I can't quite accept the very fact that i've been studying like all my life and now this phase has ended. A major transition of one's life. A transition that

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For starters, my fyp supervisor just reprimanded me last week. Not that i lamenting his harsh words. More like i felt cheated and abused. Let's just put it this way: if you come from a poor family, chances are that you won't have a happy life in university. My sup scolded me for not printing my micrographs on glossy paper when i was showing them to him during a meeting last week. GLOSSY paper!

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I should have entered this article a week ago. While the exhilaration was still there. All you nice people out there must have known by now that i am one boring person who does nothing but idle. I would switch on my bro's PS2 when i'm bored. When i am so darn stressed out i would bowl my hard-saved money down the gutters. Alone. I would rent a nice book. Only if i happen to spot one. There aren't

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I dislike public holidays. I dislike days of special significance. It wasn't like that when i was much younger. I had lots of company then. Holidays didn't bring as much loneliness as they do now.When my younger brother and i were still in our primary and secondary school, we absolutely adored holidays. They were days when we could get together with our basketball games. They were times when we

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As all of you people must have known, i'm a very very shy guy. I hate to admit it but a fact's a fact. Interestingly, i wasn't a shy boy until i reached like Primary4. If my memory didn't fail me. I was like WITH the girls from the day i started kindergarden till Primary 4. Have no idea what changed that. I could do a thesis on that. First-hand account. Let's see...I didn't play Barbie with them

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I'd just bought a polo-T last night. Purple or pink. It's hard to differentiate. Most people, regardless of ethnicity, would buy lots and lots of new clothes during the new year festivities. Except me. Don't you think clothes are getting more and more expensive these days? As much as i want new clothes all the time, my Dad's not Bill the Microsoft Gates. I shudder even to think that he's my Dad.

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Yes, why ME?Why must everything crumble round me? Why can't the heavens leave me in peace? I'm not Triptraka, neither am i yearning to be the next Bodhisattva...I do not envision myself to be the next mountain-climbing, Channel-swimming or living-in-a-tank national hero. I just want to be an ordinary citizen doing ordinary work and having an ordinary family. Why must my life be so miserable?My

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As all of you might have inferred from my previous articles, i'm utterly turned off by my own final-year project, or FYP in short. A FYP is like, one hella of a GRADUATING project...Yeah, right. It's like a final masterpiece one would craft out before he/she graduates from a tertiary institution. Yeah, right. It's supposed to incorporate at least what you have studied throughout your course in

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I had attended a workshop in school today - Resumes and cover letters. I had enrolled for this workshop with the aim of learning to craft out one hella resume. I regretted my decision, unfortunately. It did nothing to allay my fears. On the contrary, it made my already grey life more miserable.We know how difficult job-seeking was. We know how meagre the chances of landing a good job. But we

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Today's a very unhappy day for me. Pissed since i left, right till i reached home.First, Man U lost. At least one good thing that happened today was that i didn't wake up to watch the pre-dawn match. What a waste of time it would have been. I've seen Man U when they were champions of England. Well, they should have been relegated if that's what supposed to motivate them. Tampines Rovers would

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Yeah....After like a month and half of absence, i'm here to blog again.School life sucks. At least for me. I loathe the long 3-4hr journeys to and fro. I hate the idiotic retards who just can't seem to conduct themselves properly on the bus. I despise my low intelligence when i'm surrounded by Einsteins and Newtons. Then, there's always the examinations. Studying hard does not assure you good

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It has been more than a month since i last posted an article. One and a half, to be exact. Well, as much as i want to write crap here, i just cannot find the time to do so. Blogging's supposed to be spontaneous. Spontaneous only if you took down each and every detail you came across for the day. Not to mention a month and a half. Well, people might think i'm boinkers if i start taking down notes

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Don't litterbugs just pisses you off? Well, at least they DO spoil MY day. I can't help but wonder if the government's going soft on people who litter. Maybe she realises that people can somehow afford the fines thrown at them, and has thus given up on "catching" them. My opinion. These pests should be thrown to prison! Or caned! Corrective Work Orders don't deter these people. It might have been

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School reopens. Last week.Lots of stuff to do. Adminstrative, academic, psychological preparation, weight loss....Well, i'm more hardworking this semester. At least for the moment. Had been to the library almost everyday since school reopened. Been doing tutorials and revision. Am DAMN proud of myself. Look at me, a lazy person doing revision just a week into he new school term!Well, it isn't

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Today was the last day of my vacation job. Mixed feelings engaged as in other lasts that one faced. Joy, for i now needn't face typically ugly tourists who scream and shout in my face; for now i needn't face the nonsensical accusations throw to me by them. Dismay, for now i would have to return to my books.Two and a half months. That was the length of time i had spent in the shop. Friends made.

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It seemed just yesterday when i last updated my blog. How time flies when you're preoccupied with work or play...whichever! It has been twenty days since i last added an entry into my blog. Do i sound serious? Working in the customer service line does make one think before blurting crap out. Hell that...No one's gonna read my blog anymore if it sounds like some report- writing thingy you do in

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It does seem eons since i last logged in an article in my little diary. And i'm hella surprised that my counter's hit beyond the 200 mark. There ARE people reading my blog! Cheesy and corny as it sounds, THANK YOU for making my day!Life's become unbearable. Very unbearable. As all of you might have known, i'm currently in the midst of my vacation job. Vacation job = Putting on a smile in face of

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If there's one thing i hate about myself, it's my inability to grow taller. As you might have known, i'm only 164 centimetres tall. Well, it does go to 165 on good days. My parents aren't tall so it might seem only logical and highly probable that their offspring's short as well. Most people i came across would say i am "not-too-bad-looking".A typical exchange with the stall-tenants during

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As most of you might know, i'm currently temping at a renowned tourist stopover. Which means i get to see lots and lots of tourists. Well, i didn't say "i get to see lots and lots of tourists from many, many different countries". Namely, they come from Japan, Korea (Gasp...), China (Hmph..), Indonesia, Taiwan, Malaysia, India, and sometimes Europe and America. I've been like working for almost a

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To put it simply, I PASSED!!! Yes, i've just got my examination results moments ago. Well, at the very least i know the gods are still smiling on my pathetic soul. It has nonetheless, renewed my conviction that kindness begets kindness.I was supposed to start a tirade against tour operators and agents last night. However, on a second thought, i felt it was better to keep my mouth shut since exam

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I need a stress ball...No, make it two....Two BIG ones. No buns, i mean, no pun intended. Literally, that is.Exams over, and i don't really have a stressful temporary job right now. I'm still girlfriendless (No, being girlfriendless DOES NOT contribute nor does it have any effect on my stress level). Well, i 'd just realised what is really giving me lots of pressure and stress. It's my MUM! Yes,

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Still in Golden Mile Complex: Minutes before the ordealing 12-hour journey.

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At the jetty, finally. 

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With Myo on the ferry. 

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Beautiful, isn't it? 

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Paradise. 

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Our resort. 

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Look at the blue, blue waters. 

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Frolicking on the white sandy beach. 

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Esctatic Tay Zar. 

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Snorkel gear on. 

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Snorkel gear off! 

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Thi Ha the Tram Driver. 

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Alex and Manata. 

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Sunrise. 

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10 May 2005We finally reached Kuala Terengganu at about 9am, upon which we were dropped off at the jetty. Well, the jetty wasn't what we had expected. It wasn't the Sentosa type with a grand facade. It was more to the Changi jetty type (where one would catch a boat to Pulau Ubin). There was quite a number of people at the holding area. Our eyes, needless to say, began roving around. What more can

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If you have been keeping up with my blog, you would have realised that i haven't been logging any entries in the past few days....*GAsps*...in the past few weeks, actually...Well, i regret to say i'm losing interest in BLOGGING.LOSING INTEREST IN BLOGGING?!?!Nah, i would never do that. my little diary is probably the only place i could pen my thoughts to. I'm still girlfriendless you see. Why the

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Finally, after 3 weeks of laborous studying and scribbling anwsers on examination sheets, it's over!Com'on i mean EXAMS OVER!Well, it was over on the 3rd actually. Was just sick and tired of writing and thinking after my exams, i guess...Hence the late entry.Initially i had thought that this semster's gonna be smooth sailing...At least it was before my last paper.I had always HATED maths. For a

winterfangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882685965492700227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10942278.post-1114176795908654012005-04-22T20:47:00.000+08:002005-04-22T21:33:15.910+08:00

In case you are wondering what's up with my title today...Yes, i had two examinations today. If you were to think "oh, it's only two papers...", let me tell you this...It's no laughing matter taking two papers on the same day. It's not like in secondary school where textbooks are as thin as the newspapers on Monday. Reading textbooks means reading and comprehending at least ( i emphasize again,

winterfangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882685965492700227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10942278.post-1113494864471133162005-04-14T23:33:00.000+08:002005-04-15T00:07:44.473+08:00

Didn't go to school today. Stayed at home to revise for my coming exams. Coming exams means the first paper's on next Friday. As much as i try, i can't seem to get an efficiency of at least 50%, whereEfficiency = Output / Input = Stuff i tried recalling in (x+t) secs / Stuff i tried to memorise in x secsPut it this way: I'm just plain STUPID.We read and heard stories of how some hardworking guy

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Just when i thought life was, is, and going to be unbearable, another little event popped up into my already troubled, disturbed life. There's something wrong with my laptop.There is something WRONG with my LAPTOP!I brought my baby to school today with the intention to do my blogging in school....but in the end, i spent an hour and a half trying to figure out why my laptop was and still is

winterfangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882685965492700227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10942278.post-1112711441058123852005-04-05T22:13:00.000+08:002005-04-05T22:30:41.060+08:00

Wierd title to begin with. As much as i want to leave her out of my blog, i can't....It's part of my life anyway...Have anyone of you ever, ever lived under the same roof with a mentally unstable, or in layman's terms, a psycho? Don't ask me how she turned out what she is today; i've told so many people about it...I'm sick and tired of repeating it all the time. Do i love or hate her? Well, i

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In case anyone is actually wondering where the hell i went the past few weeks, i'm still ALIVE. As much as most people want me to get run down by an MRT train, get knocked into coma by a falling vase thrown off the twelfth storey by a killer litterer (killer litterer....hmmm...)et cetera, i'm still A L I V E!I went through my blog, and GASP! Realised i last log an article in like 20 days ago. It

winterfangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882685965492700227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10942278.post-1110643214869740742005-03-12T23:27:00.000+08:002005-03-13T00:00:14.873+08:00

NO..i'm not sick and tired of blogging. It's only that there's 24 hours a day. Didn't really have the time and energy to sit in front of my com after a heavy school day's work. Mind you, i had four Sundays burnt. Four Sundays spent revising for my tests. Tests every week for four consecutive weeks. Finally, i can rest tomorrow. I just realised my last entry was like seven days ago. Have to make

winterfangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882685965492700227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10942278.post-1110038147275257342005-03-05T23:13:00.000+08:002005-03-05T23:55:47.276+08:00

library = quietlibrary = fussy librarians telling you to keep your noise level downlibrary = NO TALKINGCentral Library in NUS = None of the aboveFirstly, the librarians in the Central Library in school are one of the best. They are extremely helpful, extremely courteous, and extremely pleasant people. Definitely NOT the ones being stereotyped as. Well, being polite and service-oriented does has

winterfangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882685965492700227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10942278.post-1109857510011621282005-03-03T21:17:00.000+08:002005-03-03T21:45:10.013+08:00

After two weeks of intense revision for the mid-term tests, i can finally take a breather...At least for a couple of days...One last test next week before i'm free to begin revision for the semestral examinations. Couple of stuff happened the last few days. Top of the list - My brother dislocated his elbow.All books have dedication pages. Well, the same goes for my little diary, i guess. Today's

winterfangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882685965492700227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10942278.post-1109432637543396672005-02-26T23:14:00.000+08:002005-02-26T23:43:57.543+08:00

I recalled that i once read an interesting article in an Aunt Agony column in the local papers. The title stood out amongst the other articles, and that's one reason why i started reading it in the first place.If i remember correctly, i quote : " 21 and still without a girlfriend! ". End quote.I'm turning 25 in less than two months time. And yet to have one.There has been lots of "

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Ever realised how many tests u've taken until this point of your life? And when i say tests, i mean REAL tests. Tests which would determine how far your paper qualifications would go. Forget about all the philosophical "tests" that He or She has created. Tell that to your Dean, that "i've failed this examination cos He decided to fail me in His little Test on me to determine whether i have the

winterfangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882685965492700227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10942278.post-1109175602069188172005-02-23T23:53:00.000+08:002005-02-24T00:22:30.083+08:00

Went to the school library today....On a second thought, hey, i've been visiting the library daily since Monday. All because of the mid-term tests coming week. And i'm supposed to be on a "TERM BREAK" this week, where "TERM BREAK" = NO SCHOOL. The whole idea of holidays is CRAP, i'm telling you. While it's meant as a "privilege" for you to rest and condtion your body and mind for the second half

winterfangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882685965492700227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10942278.post-1109086286395376712005-02-22T23:29:00.000+08:002005-02-22T23:31:26.396+08:00

Day in day out i've been lamenting on how bad this world is, how bad things are...Well, i guess it wouldn't kill me to write stuff on a lighter note. I was having lunch today when Xiaozhi commented that i look more handsome now with my hair longer than usual. Hey, i soon realised, that i may have to change my profile a little (c.f my profile)..i'm no longer the "not-so-handsome" guy...I might

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Why do people always sleep in the bus? Don't they know that they might actaully be causing hell-lot of awkwardness and embarrassment? Don't they realise that they are making the very person sitting next to them uncomfortable? And thank you, but i don't need that much warmth....In case you are very much into your dreamland in cold Alaska, let me remind you that i'm still in hot Singapore. Don't

winterfangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882685965492700227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10942278.post-1108896335646247242005-02-20T18:45:00.000+08:002005-02-20T18:45:35.650+08:00

Just few hours ago, i was in an air-conditioned bus on my way to the library. It started off pleasant until flies began buzzing around me. It was not an isolated case, i'm sure. Cos, i take that bus practically five times a week to school, and these flies were there all the time! Are these flying pests inhabiting every possible hole, every single vent or every little viaduct in the bus? Will it

winterfangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16882685965492700227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10942278.post-1108827061143470432005-02-19T23:56:00.000+08:002005-02-20T00:50:34.383+08:00

It has always been difficult to begin writing on impulse...and on impulse i mean rite now! Just 3 minutes ago, i was still contemplating on when i should start writing some crap which someone would happen to read... well, i had nothing better else to do on a saturday nite anyway. SO, this is it - my very first entry!If u are wondering why i've chosen to blog, well....reason's simple. I haven't

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