never ever

subliminal findings

2010-10-04T07:02:00.009+08:00

Time : 0803

This is my last post here. I'm moving here(click). Since I have a past I'm not exactly proud of and this blog does contain details of it, I decided it's high time I moved. I'm starting anew over at Tumblr.

You know what? I've just typed a whole post explaining why and how I've accepted her again. But even then, there's so much more to say = lazy. So yes, I have thought about all the stuffs I needed to, analysed things I observed, weighed the risks, and pretty much everything I need to do, and I decided to take that leap of faith and trust in us.

Thick and thin.

2010-10-01T06:09:00.010+08:00

Things might be hard, but I promise we'll go through this together. Let's realise, accept, and move past the finger-pointing and guilt. We can't be bogged down. Not here, not now. We have much greater stuff to do together.

You can always find problems with any decision, but you can't let that stop you. - Himym, season 5 episode 20, Ted

1900

2010-09-26T18:38:00.004+08:00

Ourselves are something which will never be fixed(no matter how we like to think so). The way we are, changes from our mindset and daily experiences. Sometimes the change comes without realisation, sometimes we need to work for it. But we should always strive to better ourselves.

So here I am, willing to put myself and you on the line yet again to see how things will work out. Maybe because of the fact that I understand that human err, maybe because I'm gullible enough to believe, or maybe its just because of the simple fact that I am not willing to risk a brighter future(if it happens) by making a decision based on a mistake you made.

Time will tell, it always does. Either we'll be stronger in the future, or I'll come out that bit wiser. Both of which I'm prepared to undertake.

Afterall, the world will be a better place when we give more than we take.

0205

2010-09-15T01:56:00.002+08:00

Upon hitting the wall, keep running.

2303

2010-09-08T23:01:00.001+08:00

I hope it really was an uncle on bicycle that I saw on the overhead bridge. Or I'll be damned.

0023

2010-09-07T23:57:00.003+08:00

I am not a racist and I do not hate other religions. And I even respect their boundaries, beliefs and prayers. I take care so as not to walk over/accidentally step on your burnt joss-sticks. But I do have a problem with you guys.

I perfectly understand that it is within your beliefs to burn offerings to your whomever. That doesn't mean you people can do so irresponsibly. I am greatly appalled by them. Though all the smoke is unhealthy and dirty for the environment, I won't bitch about it because it's part of your beliefs. And yes, even though I could hardly walk a 5 minute distance(from my busstop to my house) for more than 7 seconds(excluding the roads) without smelling smokes from your offerings, I still won't complain about it.

I however strongly believe more could be done on your side to be more responsible and not just burn offerings anywhere you please. Beside lift lobbies, pavements, basically anywhere with grass. Do understand you are living in a HDB housing estate and not a farm/land of your own where you can do anything and it won't affect others.

My point is that most of them burn offerings anywhere they please with no concern/respect to people living around them. The freaking last straw is when they burn notes or smth2 fucking near to a coffeeshop. I bet it never occurred to them that the ashes float around with the wind and it might land on the food people are eating.

1630

2010-09-06T11:56:00.004+08:00

I hope you do know that the surprise speaks of the type of the person I am. I plan things in advance but I do not sit thinking long and hard about solutions. I solve things on the go. I do not wait for the perfect time/conditions, I make them. I calculate and take risks if the odds are good. I don't conform my mind to normal social expectations in a lot of ways. I do not believe everything have to be done in a certain way. I truly believe your imperfections make you beautiful and not just some pretty ass chic without character. And I might not know the right words to say when you're telling me your depressing stories, but I promise to always listen and hold you.

0330

2010-08-29T03:39:00.000+08:00

You know there are some plans you just can't be bothered if it actually happens? Well, I have a couple of plans I just gotta make happen. Though the upcoming holidays are a little short for me, I have no doubts that it is gonna be great for me. I hope it will be great for you other MP/SIP students as well.

After I chatted for awhile with my SuperGf on Friday and we went back to our individual labs, she told me via fb chat that she had a surprise for me. She went out of school, and came back some time later with a cake she made at some bakery or smth2. It would have been understandable if there was an occasion. But she quite simply told me that she did it just for the sake of doing it for me. And that's what really matters to me, the littlest things.

1215

2010-08-27T12:30:00.008+08:00

School have been a little of a rush lately. Vendors backing out at the final phase of my SIP term meaning I have to come up with another way to get things done, in a limited amount of time. The only upside to school is that I tend to bump into gf on the bus to school, and we'll spend a little time before going back to our labs. And then we'll go home together.

So yesterday, I tried riding Farid's Krr. It was awesome. The last time I rode a bike was like half a month after I got my 2b license. It's been several months now. So I went for a round or so in the carpark afterwhich gf hopped on. And I could just imagine my/our lives a whole lot more happening if I have a bike. We could make plans and not have to wait unknowingly for dad's car. And I bet the adrenaline rush while speeding would be several times more than a car. We could go anywhere, anytime. Oh damn how I wish I'm allowed to work man.

I shall be patient nonetheless. I believe that Allah loves me enough to grant me what I want/need when the time is ripe. But the burning desire for a bike, is fucking on.

0215

2010-08-24T01:42:00.004+08:00

Today was awesome. Nope, we didn't watch any movies, nor did we do any fun activity together. We just sat around the reservoir and talked. And boy did we talk. :)

when time don't matter

2010-08-20T02:04:00.008+08:00

We just got to know each other quite recently. And everything happened at the speed of Power Rangers Speed Rescue. There wasn't any real time for me to stop, plan my move, and follow through. I'm in school from 0830-1730 after which I helped my mum deliver dishes to my cousins' house. By then, it would be around 1830 and I would go home, bathe, and it would be time to break fast. At night, I'll either have some plans or just go for prayers.

As I was saying, things went super fast. Not that it's a bad thing though. I don't feel like I've rushed anything at all. For me, it's like meeting someone I've always dreamed about and everything simply falls into place. Deep down, I know she's the one.

0133

2010-08-18T01:32:00.002+08:00

I miss pounding that heavy bag with every ounce of strength I have. I miss getting the little pleasure from clashed shins. I miss being punched in the face. I miss kicking the pads breathlessly. I miss learning new techniques. I miss running 5km every training. I miss sparring. I miss the pain and satisfaction Muay Thai brought me.

Just when am I gonna join a new gym?!!

0416

2010-08-16T03:49:00.003+08:00

My brother came over last night together with his wife to break fast with us. And I can't help thinking how much I miss him. And to make matters worse, it sucks that we've never talked much to each other. You know how people have daddy issues or something2? I think I just might have brother issues. Oh!! And to worsen stuffs, I just don't know how to tell him I miss him. Oh well.

Know how you think you are going to sleep like you always do? And then someone comes along and brighten up your mood just before you sleep? That extra umppph just before you get to sleep? Honeystars have been doing that for me of late. Just what I need to get over my 'brother issues'. Hahaha.

0444

2010-08-15T04:36:00.008+08:00

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? - the cuckoo clock.
~Graham Greene & Orson Wells, The Third Man, movie

Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices, but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence and fulfills the duty to express results of his thought in clear form.
~ A. Einstein

Should have, could have, would have, will not change your current situation in any way. As a matter of fact, a person worthy of their brains will not use said words when solving a problem.

Take calculated risks. That is quite different from being rash.
~ George S. Patton

In taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing it over, he is superior.
~ Sir Francis Bacon

0039

2010-08-13T00:20:00.003+08:00

We thought we had it all planned. Till life comes along and screw it all up. While sometimes it is worth the time and effort to put things back on track, other times we just have to let go a little and see where life takes us. Things will fall into place eventually. Just not the way you might expect.

0650

2010-08-09T06:40:00.004+08:00

Life's a little like speeding. You can't worry much about what's behind you. While the near-crash moment you had at the bend a few seconds ago won't kill you, the traffic a few seconds in front of you might. I personally think people tend to think too much of the wrong things and too little of the essentials.

0218

2010-08-06T01:58:00.003+08:00

Always get your basics right. Always.

0157

2010-08-06T01:38:00.003+08:00

I frankly do not understand my friends, but they wanted to go out to eat durians. There was question marks all over my face, hands, body, legs. But if there's anything I do know about planning, it's that the destination and activities is always second. Companion is the first factor. And with this lot, there's bound to be lots of laughter.

So we went for some durian, and then somewhere2. And it was a great night. Between Farid's sleepiness, my endless laughing at his jokes, Anep's funny moments, Rad's spontaneous response to what I thought had no possible continuation and Myra's priceless expressions.

0516

2010-08-01T04:29:00.012+08:00

Brake horsepower. It has and is always an issue. Enthusiasts always want it more. But drivers need to stop and think, to what extent? Performance cars(on the road) have a tendency to be over-modified. How much bhp can you actually use on the roads/tracks?

Some cars have front-bumpers so low that its not just a problem to go over humps, but even a slight gradient leading to a garage. And some have atrocious speeds, but you're probably never gonna hit that. What I'm trying to say is, some cars just aren't worth their price tag.

It is different if you are wealthy and have a car for the tracks, and another for the road, and a car for different occasions. Because even if you do scratch your front-bumper, you can easily scrape the car and buy a new one.

My point? Practicality.

That is why I would gladly settle for an Evo. It is not as exotic as a Lambo, as luxurious as a Bentley Continental, nor as fast as a Veyron. It doesn't need to be. I personally think Evo 10 is a good all-rounder. For starters, it is a performance car with admirable handling and speed. It is a 5-seater which looks stunningly sexy(do click the pics). The price ain't ridiculous. And the sound is just orgasmic. In this car, I'ld drive anywhere without a map. I would be happy to lose my way. I would be delighted to drive around for hours just to find someplace. Hell, I might even lose my way on purpose.

1609

2010-07-31T15:35:00.001+08:00

Though we only had each other and the prawns, last night was peacefully awesome. Just what we needed after a long week. *fist bump*

1730

2010-07-29T17:16:00.004+08:00

In all honesty, I couldn't complete a map on Expert mode. I tried the easiest map, Dead Center. I only got as far the last stage, in which we were required to collect all the fuel cans. I once was left with only 2 cans(total of 13 cans), till the tank threw debris at me while I was shooting hordes as I ran from him. Incapacitated, with everyone else down, the stage restarts. Since I've replayed that stage a dozen times, I exited.

It is madness to be comfortable in Expert mode. A single swipe from a hunter costs you 40hp, a single claw from the witch guarantees instant death, a debris from tank hitting you renders you incapacitated, a scratch from a common infected costs you 20hp(imagine when hordes come).

The only thing which is the same as the Advanced is how to kill an undisturbed witch. That's it.

0015

2010-07-26T23:56:00.007+08:00

Remember how I said I'ld lie about making it through? I don't need to. I made it. I swear I made it through.

About 15 minutes into the game, all 3 teammate-bots were replaced by actual Steam Users. I was glad. I thought I could use their assistance when I got into trouble with the special infected.

I was off on my way to switch off the alarm. I rushed my way through the hordes of zombies, not caring about the others. That was when a hunter pounced on me(once pounced, you can't shoot/move. you need a teammate to kill the hunter) out of nowhere. Thinking I was surely and correctly fucked, I saw one teammate just seconds behind me. The other two were far away, on the floor beneath.

At such close range, we usually shoot the fuck out of the hunter, or shove to release, before shooting, depending on the situation. This teammate did the former. Or atleast he tried to do it. he took a full magazine and a half to kill the hunter at point blank. It could be done in less than half a magazine at that range. He could have just shoved and let me do the shooting dammit.

I was wondering what the hell is someone who couldn't utilise the 'shove' action doing on Expert mode. I was under the impression even players playing on Advanced would atleast be decently familiar as to when and how to best shove the zombies. And there was even one player who only raked up 7 kills in a stage. I was averaging 130 kills for all stages and fucker laid waste to only 7 zombies? On Expert?!! Fucking shit.

But it all went good though. I wasn't incapacitated or dangerously low on health even once. It felt like a breeze to be honest. When I viewed the game stats after we completed the map, it all clicked.

I forgot to adjust the settings and the difficulty was on 'Normal'. Sorry teammates for expecting too much of you. Fucking hell cheat my feelings.

1650

2010-07-26T16:44:00.001+08:00

Mission failed. Halfway through the game, sleepiness took over. Plus, the school com is a little laggy. So I guess I'll just wait till I get home and try again. Yeap.

1357

2010-07-26T13:46:00.002+08:00

In l4d, I once set the difficulty to 'Expert'. Approximately 5 minutes after I left the safehouse, my health was a little less than half. I exited and never touched that mode again.

So that's the only reason I never touched 'Expert' mode on l4d2. However, 'Advanced' was posing close to no challenge. But the dilemma is when I remembered my experience in l4d. I always kept telling myself I'ld be butchered in less than half the map.

I do know however that if I manage push my skills to cope well with 'Expert', 'Advanced' would be nothing more than a light warm-up. Thus, I'm setting out to conquer a campaign in 'Expert'. Will be back with details. Or lies of how I made it through alive. Let's just see okay bitches.

0051

2010-07-26T00:33:00.003+08:00

Sister went to Universal Studios yesterday and she bought me this. Cute right?!!

2010-07-25T14:02:00.003+08:00

I'll be out for a bit. Wait for me.

0016

2010-07-24T00:14:00.002+08:00

I don't know why, but it felt kinda nice as I drifted in and out of sleep while watching Bleach on my main computer. I could easily just went to bed early, but I did not. I never thought of it this way, but I took a perverse pleasure out of just drifting in and out of sleep at my own timing without going to bed for a proper sleep. Oh the littlest things.

0205

2010-07-22T01:31:00.003+08:00

Ever since I knew that a warning letter regarding my lateness will be handed to me by hand, I rarely get flustered up when I'm late. Irregardless, I try to clock in on time whenever possible. It's just that taxis are no longer in my options.

Yesterday, I got on an express bus at about 0845hrs. Since the traffic was relatively clear, and it was an express bus, and it wasn't sardine-packed, I thought there was a very real chance I could clock in on time. Thus for the whole bus trip, I was in the "I won't be late" frame of mind.

It was finally approaching the school busstop. I kept checking my watch and estimating the time left. It was 0900 when the bus halted. The latest I can clock-in is 0901. A second after was considered late. I was given the ultimatum every time this happens. It's either I walk and be late, or bolt for the clock-in station.

Being a good student that I am, I walked past the swarm of people alighting the bus, and ran for it. My point is not so much of how I ran, or how I always arrived in the nick of time, or whatnots. My point is this, there is cars/bikes in the carpark(which I have to cross), people walking at their own pace on limited pathway clearance, and blind corners.

I ran pass a blind corner, saw a person walking on a crash course in less than 2 seconds, stop dead in my tracks to change trajectory, resumed run. And I think I might have an issue with that person.

Because you see, executing that ninja maneuver have its cost. It's like getting a car traveling at high speeds to slam the brakes. It ain't pretty. To counter the speed that I was running at immediately, I 'dug' my feet straight into the asphalt and my poor knee which I've been nursing had to bear the brunt of the force, and then propel me again when I resumed my run.

Now my right knee clicks whenever I extend it from a bent position. Sigh. When will your holidays start people?!!

03011

2010-07-19T02:02:00.003+08:00

You know, I really do hope you would stay the fuck there. Do us that favour.

The whole of Temasek Poly is getting a 1 week break due to the YOG. Add that to their 3 weeks of study break, they will be having a month-long break just before their final exams for the semester. Unfortunately for the MP/SIP students, we don't have a final exam which means we get no study break, and apparently we don't get any YOG holidays either.

While I would usually be evidently perturbed, I am not this time round. Reason? 2 major ones.

1 - Since the rates of dropout is slight, I shall deem it negligible. The whole of Temasek Poly consists of mainly 6 groups. 1.1(year 1, semester 1), 1.2(year 1, sem 2), 2.1, 2.2, 3.1, 3.2. The one month holiday will apply to all 5 groups except those in 3.1(MP/SIP). Being so, only 1/6 of the school's student will be heading to school at 0830-0900 during that one month. And disperse those numbers among the bus services leading to school. My point? I wouldn't need to leave early and head to the busstop at evss just to get a bus.

2 - Then again, I still need to get up early for school while you get your pig-beauty sleep. But with exception to those in 3.2, I will graduate earlier than any of you. Meaning I only need to put up with this till Feb/March next year. And so long as I plan my group's milestone/schedule properly(which I do) and follow it, I can afford to clock in, head home, and wake up in time to clock out.

Go ahead and mock loves, I know I don't have to bury myself in books for an upcoming exam. Happy studying!! Heeeees.

Overdrive.

2010-07-17T01:23:00.004+08:00

I've had a great time for the past few weeks with people. Too great. We've always been busy driving here and there, screwing each other, hanging out, watching soccer, and whatnots, that I am actually tired of having a fun time. And to top it off, I have school every weekday from 0830-1730hrs to which I often sleep around 0300.

I feel like I am going too fast in life, and not taking time to cool down and appreciate the small little things. I always aspire to do my best everyday and since I always am doing something, I feel like I'm pushing my mind all the time to get things right. And it does get tiring after a while. If humans have a reserve tank, I'm on it. I wanna go somewhere peaceful and scenic at night, and just do some no-brainer stuffs like chilling, smoking, eating etc.

Like when you focus the lens of a camera and the surroundings just aren't in the picture, that's how my state of mind is right now.

0107

2010-07-17T01:02:00.003+08:00

Ahhh it's all finally over. All those late nights due to soccer, late nights induced due to adaptation, and when it was already getting better, late nights due to hospital visits. I'm just glad it's over and the weekends are here. So I shall momentarily forget about my projects, enjoy my rest, and maybe, go out and do a little something2.

0733

2010-07-10T07:17:00.003+08:00

It was a shitty start to an outing but I'm glad things all turned out fine. It was a great night. I went for waiting and calling, waiting and calling, waiting and calling, and then we went for prawning. Followed by a drive-thru mcd meal at ECP, which we ate atop of our 2 cars with some people in it, and windows rolled down, and just chilled till the sun rose.

2054

2010-07-08T20:49:00.001+08:00

When the dust settles and you wonder why, know that it's because you were being a petty girl who talked too much and did too little. We are done, girl.

I went to school all sleepy and moody cause I haven't had my beauty sleep in days. So I clocked in, and headed home. I played some l4d2 before I decided to have my beauty sleep. I slept at 1030, and woke up at 1725. That was some much needed sleep man. That, was a power sleep cause I sure felt powerful after that. When I woke up, I felt strong enough to toss Godzilla around by its tail.

Know what the Twillight movie is like? A moral porn movie. Put in a couple hunks and chicks, crappy storyline, crappy effects, done. The same theory of a porn movie. And don't get us wrong, girls. We're not jealous of them. Because if we wanted to, we could also drool at the chicks in that movie. But you see, we just have that bit more sense.

0318

2010-06-28T03:13:00.002+08:00

Unlike Suganthi(yes, the Myanmar ex-classmate), I've had a great week. My brother brought his PS3 and we played UFC on it, I watched several late night matches, I played banglat on a roadtrip with close friends, I had a great round of L4D2, oh and fuck. I have a warning letter on the way to daddy.

0314

2010-06-28T02:51:00.003+08:00

Oh my goshhh. I just spent about 2 hours on L4D2. On just Dark Carnival which I didn't complete. I played with 3 other great teammates whom I don't know. Know how I always say I'm damn good at that game? Tonight I was on fire. Tonight I was just way too awesome, swear. But though I had considerably good teammates as well, they just didn't stick together.

At the rate we were going, we could have completed that map in 25mins. But l4d2 had a self-updating-difficulty system(I made that name up). It senses whether you are having a hard time clearing stages, or a breeze to which it will adjust the game accordingly to make it challenging for you, but not too easy or difficult. Thus, in the tight alley on dash to the saferoom during the 4th stage, we encountered way more special infected and infected. We were spent an hour plus on that single stage and nobody left the game cause it was a great challenge and the teammates were good.

Though I hated to leave my incapacitated teammate behind, I did at one point. I only did that cause we have wasted that much time, saving them is next to impossible, and everybody was giving me shots and healing me instead of themselves cause they just wanted me to get in the saferoom so we could all move to the next stage. Just as I got to the saferoom, there was the motherfucking witch right at the door. But since I left my incapacitated teammates behind, I couldn't just get in, startle the witch, and shut the door. 2 of them died, one was dying.

I was in a dilemma. Either I shoot him dead, and rush to close the door before the witch incapacitates me, or I save him and we go together. I chose the latter for the simple fact that the other would have been like a slap to the face to him/her since he healed and gave me shots(when I already have a kit). Just as I was picking him up, a charger got me. It was that fucking close bro. It was a really a great game.

As you might foresee, I shall blog on zombie tactics soon.

0041

2010-06-21T23:51:00.004+08:00

Premenstrual syndrome. Some girls on pms seem to get the notion that the world owes them a little something. They go through an excruciating pain which I dare not imagine, and that seemingly authorises them to inflict onto others some kind of pain. It is in fact, so widespread and common that we,the victims(anyone other than them, not just males), have taken this as an acceptable form of conduct.

Yes they might be going through the worst pain once every month and it is generally understood that humans tend to be cranky while undergoing stress/pain/sickness etc. But it is healthy to always keep in mind that nobody on Earth, is responsible for how much that stomach hurts during pms. So if you happen to be amidst society(anywhere other than being alone) and pms strikes, kindly take that crankiness down a couple notches. Or quite simply, isolate yourself and rid us the burden of being your punching bag.

I will not mind at all, if say a girl experiencing pms accidentally lash out at another as she is cranky, but immediately apologise/apologise sometime later cause she knew it wasn't the other's fault. But what I really do mind, is that these girls feel no remorse for their victims. Sometimes when I ask, they have the fucking cheek to say words to the extent of "girls having pms is never in the wrong, no matter what". And that, is just a short step away from claiming it is their god given right to behave irresponsibly under the influence of pms.

Yes, it is painful. Deal with it. Because nobody put a gun to your head and forced you to meet up with friends when you're having pms. Going out of the confines of your house is purely your choice to make. If you can't control your level of crankiness, stay the fuck home. And if you have to be at places, like school/work, don't interact with people unless required. Just calmly explain you are in discomfort/sick and don't wish to engage in daily chitchats. Every single man/woman on this Earth can do without your cranky self.

This type of girls are extremely irresponsible to the society, and a total disgrace to the female gender. Which is partly the reason why it is also a widespread claim that women can't think logically. Hence the following, and the likes.Don't get me wrong. I do not believe a woman can't think logically. I believe women are capable of making sound and rational judgement. I'm simply saying that these are just one of the obvious reasons why people have been saying women can't think logically.

Part 1

2010-06-12T05:39:00.004+08:00

I shall summarise the story for those who have yet to hear from it. A child was lost in the mountains with atrocious weather. Experienced and fit mountain climbers/trekkers from the village went out to do a 'search and rescue' and returned early, empty-handed. They claimed the search was just impossible to carry out. Unsatisfied, untrained average mom went and returned with child, despite the same weather. Reason being? Inner energy.

Inner energy can be viewed in many ways. I know other religions have their versions of this, but most of us will be more familiar with the Buddhist monks' term of 'chi'. For the rest, it's like 'the force' in Star Wars. If you're still not catching on, think of it as an extra 'OOOOOMPH' behind a person's punch(atop of his strength). Since I am a part-time Jedi, I shall refer it as 'the force'.

I believe the force exists in all of us. However, it is not readily in use since birth. It is a shy force. A force which needs to be 'unlocked' to utilise its use at any given time. In the mom's case, it was more of a 'stumbling' into it rather than 'unlocking'.

It is said to be the reason why martial artists can break slabs of concrete with a strike from the palm. Which isn't the case. The force is not an explanation for everything tough that a martial artist could do. In this case, as in most, it is pure sweet science.

You might have seen knockouts in a fight. I've seen knockouts in competitions I watched. In Muay Thai, elbows(reputed to be the strongest of the 8 limbs) is the best cause of knockouts. And they are brutal. It is hard for me to stress the explosiveness of an elbow strike. Let me put it this way. When knocked out by an elbow, the fella drops dead flat on the ring immediately upon contact and convulses with blood/white stuff(I suspect vomit) oozing out of the mouth, and sometimes nose. That is not a pleasant sight.

Which brings me back to the force. A karate master have demonstrated that he could knock a person out with a minimal strength strike to a pressure point. Nothing new there. But what got me all fired up about this is that he claimed, with demonstration, he could knock someone out without any physical contact. In the clip, as e opponent was executing a punch, he stepped back, shouted(like when exerting a force) and had his hands in the direction of the attacker's head. With that, the attacker was knocked out clean. No convulses, no blood. What he said he did, was to gather the force, to the point in his finger tips and then shooting it out.

Part 2

2010-06-12T04:19:00.007+08:00

That could have been real, or some pretty darn good acting, or a trick the mind plays. While I do not need to explain the first two, I shall explain the third. The mind is a complicated thing. If you have been led to believe something which isn't real/didn't take place and you buy it, your subconscious mind have the ability to create a fictional reality. And you end up feeling like 'OH!! I remember bits and pieces of that'. In actual fact, that bits and pieces is the fiction your subconscious mind made up.

Applying it here, the 'attacker' have seen the demonstrations the master have done to knock people out via contact, and the solid reputation. When the attacker believes it, that's when the mind weakens, not considering the possibility that it might not actually be true. The mind processes that this master can knock people out, and when the master shouted, it could be the mind reacting on its own to knock the body out.

Fortunately, there is a well-known skeptical scientist who puts himself through anything to discover the truth behind stuffs like this. When seeing the clip of knocking out without contact, he came up with a plausible explanation(where I got a portion of my above explanation on minds).

For some reasons not stated, the master didn't do the knocking out act. His student/follower/colleague did. The scientist shut his eyes just before he started(so that the eyes wouldn't see what the fella is doing, and therefore the mind would not react on its own. it was silent btw.) After concentrating for a minute or so, the scientist was still standing. Nothing happened. The master than explained the act will not work if the scientist had his tongue in a certain position, of had his toes pressed up, smth2.

Conclusion? Two possible explanations. One being the master was real on the knockout with contact, but a fake with the knockout without contact, and the scientist was correct. The other being the master was for real on both knockouts, but certain conditions are required for the knockout without contact to work(even normal knockouts require conditions like a certain amount of strength at a specific point to work). The possibilities of the second one is mind boggling. If it is true, there is infinite possibilities how this energy could be harnessed.

With due respect to both the master's and scientist's, this post is not to denounce anyone. This might take attacks/strikes to an opponent to a whole new level. To strike with the mind as compared to striking with your limbs, is like the technology leap from sun dials to watches. Awesome.

0508

2010-06-11T04:44:00.004+08:00

Ancient martial artists are known to spend months on mountain tops meditating alone to find inner peace, to develop a better sense of awareness in the body, to unlock a hidden power which could be found in all of us.

I found it. I found my 'homming peace'. As you might be aware, I have been down with a flu which afflicted me gradually and recovered, also gradually. So in all, it have taken 6 days(and the cough have yet to go away fully). 6 bloody days from my 14 days holiday. And in these 6 days, I've done nothing but coop myself within this four brick faces with the occasional 'to the shop' outings.

I frankly felt miserable. If my heart were to suddenly stop pumping right this moment, I would have died alone, bored, and unshaven. Which none sounded appealing to me. After days of lifeless bumming within the confines of my house, I looked for a clip (click here) on youtube to send Khai since James Blunt was pleasantly funny and literally blew me away with his fluent tongue during his interview on Top Gear. I almost orgasmed(by his sheer sense of humour and fluidity), right up to the point I realise I actually have a weener.

And you know in youtube, they give suggested URLs which have some connections to the clip you've just watched. Guess what. They suggested Top Gear's youtube page. As in Top Gear's very own Youtube page with high quality Top Gear episodes. I didn't know such a system existed!! I was so ecstatic it suddenly didn't matter if I'm gonna die lonely or unshaven. One thing's for sure is that I wouldn't die out of boredom. If any, I would die from a heart-attack just ogling at the bleeding orgasmic cars. Now that I've discovered this, I felt like I have lived the past 19+ years of my life in vain!

0058

2010-06-10T00:05:00.010+08:00

My back aches. My throat feels rough due to sore throat, cough, mucus movement. My head is groggy. But I knew I had the strength to exercise if only I could get my lazy ass up.

I debated with myself for half an hour(I know cause it was the entire length of the show). It roughly went like this :
me - Hey, you really should get up.
faiz - Yea I know, but I'm sick brooo.*sneezes*
me - Yes, but you have been sleeping for majority of the past day. High time you did something to alleviate your pain. Or anything at all other than sleeping.
faiz - I'm sorry I've been sleeping like a log and not been doing anything, but I'm sick brooo.
me - Okay screw you and your pain.
*Cold shoulders*
*10mins later*
faiz - I really should get up and sweat some shouldn't I?
me - YES!!!
faiz - But I'm sick broooooo.
me - *stabs myself with a hotdog*
Okay you get the idea. I eventually got up and did some exercise. Since my house didn't boast a 400m track to run around, I jogged, skipped, and whatnots for about 15 mins to get some sweat out.

An hour later, I felt significantly better. Thing is you can exercise in all kind of body conditions. What differs is the intensity and length of the exercises. In the past, the ruler of Sparta(yes, the country which the 300 movie was from) made it a law, or something like that, for pregnant women to exercise. If I recall correctly, exercising while pregnant eases the birth process, and makes the foetus healthier and something2.

And you might feel like you are just a step away from death while pushing yourself in an exercise, but you always feel better after it. Reason being when you sweat, your body produces 'happy/smilling cells' called endorphins, which is pretty much self-explanatory. And you always feel that much fitter after an exercise.

My point? Get that ass up and start doing even the simplest exercise. Massaging your keyboards don't count.

1109

2010-06-09T10:43:00.003+08:00

Okay, Left 4 Dead 2 is untrue. To a certain extent. Zombies with wounds all over their bodies can't move half that fast. Guns will not be found laying around all over the place. You can hack your through a couple zombies and not get bitten, but not a horde.

Mom went over to Mecca to do her pilgrimage some few days ago. The day after she left, my health took a turn for the worse. It was just some normal sneezing and runny nose initially. Despite self-medicating, it only got worse. Now I'm down with a full blown flu.

I am so cute whenever I'm sick. I clutch the hands of those who woke me up for a few seconds before realising it isn't mom, carry a box of tissue everywhere I go in my house, and cower in a foetus-like position under my blanket.

So basically, I now need to take care of my meals, snacks and whatever food intake. If I want it, I got to buy it and/or cook it. Of course certain meals have been provided by sister/nearby relative whenever they could spare me some.

Yesterday, I headed to NTUC as I decided there was none, zero, nil, uno, kosong snacks in my house. I grabbed a basket and put in whatever snacks that's loaded with carbs and fats, and is edible. Walking past the fridge portion, I decided to take a box of chicken burger patty just in case I was real hungry and don't wanna head out.

The trip down to NTUC gave me a rough feel of how things are gonna get when the inevitable zombie apocalypse arrives. Trust me, the day will come. If you do observe, there already are tell-tale signs.

Zombie's side of
Khairiah - mad obsession of a hunk-flick.
Azman - unshaven.
Manda - moves as slow as one.
Sunil - sometimes unshaven. groans when disturbed.
Bear - impassive facial expressions.
Bob - irritating as hell.
Me - the lack of signs depict I am clearly immune to the virus.

0106

2010-06-04T00:19:00.003+08:00

Just now as I was watching Human Weapon which featured Muay Thai, my cousin asked whether it hurts(they were sparring). I answered with a yes. She then inquired why I chose to do so. I don't know why, but I said it felt good. And I meant it.

It might hurt when shins clash, when you get clobbered. when you block a head-kick with your forearm, when you walk into a punch, but when you put your heart and mind in the fight, it kinda feels like your body actually toughens up for that couple of minutes and ignores the pain. Furthermore, after every blow, your body toughens up for real, a.k.a. conditioning. That's the reason why our shins can crash together and we don't walk away with a bump/limping.

Pain in the ring is kind of a perverse pleasure for me. With training, our bodies are much resilient than we thought humanly possible, and you can bet your ass on that.

2107

2010-06-02T20:25:00.010+08:00

I have lost faith in most of humankind. Why? When I viewed the Facebook profiles of unknown users, quite a few of them actually placed their Facebook profile URL under contact information. That's like telling the world a circle is round!

I have thus decided to announce my Team which will stick together when everything else falls apart. The ones alive with brains actually capable of thinking. The ones I know I can rely on. My capable sluts whom I wouldn't at all mind spending the rest of my life with.

1 - Khairiah (awesome buddy. loves me. loves me.)
2 - Aaron (I just love the stories about Sunil's grandma)
3 - Azman (so I can pluck his hairs when I'm bored)
4 - Bear (potential race partner)
5 - Bob (gives me the best fights)
6 - Farid (Will kill him the first chance I get and announce ownership of his bike)
7 - Jackson (Will also kill him for his DBR9)
8 - Leon (potential fight partner)
9 - Sunil (we can operate like a well-oiled machine in a zombie apocalypse)

I listed it in alphabetical order. Khairiah isn't in order simply because she loves me too much, and I her. Please understand the gravity of this situation people. I suggest you form your teams too.

2240

2010-06-01T21:51:00.003+08:00

Okay so a few days back, I pulled an all-nighter at a friend's chalet. We took pics, ate, smoked, movies, etc. Ended returning around 0600. Oh and an in-between story here.

It was 0530 and I was from Pasir ris going in the direction of Tampines' Safra to send Khairiah home, passing by the road in front of Mr Teh at Afghan. So at the stoplight, I noticed a flashing high-beam from my rearview mirror. I thought it was one of those unhappy drivers that I squeezed in between so I ignored(I never did bother with high-beams anw).

Since I just topped my petrol and Khai's house was considerably near, I opened 1/2 throttle. Leaving the car behind since he/she was accelerating normally, the light faded in the distance. I pulled over at a busstop since I wanted to send something at a friend's house. When I stopped at the end of the busstop, another Toyota Wish stopped beside me, occupying the 3rd lane.

I was just about to open my door when Khai tugged my hand and exclaimed "Don't". I asked why, and she told me to look at the all the Indian people in the other car. I laughed. It was Bear's car, along with Bob, Sunil, Azman, Finn. HAHAHAHAH. Now you imagine my surprise when she gave me that for a reason. To make it worse, Bear's passenger rows' window were tinted and the sun have yet to rise.

I didn't know it was Bear flashing high-beam from the back when we were at the stoplight or I would have forced him to tailgate. And I shall save my original story for the next post. L4D2's calling out to me.

And you wonder why I'm so goddamn good in L4D2.

1730

2010-05-30T17:11:00.003+08:00

After a barbecuing all sorts of foods, I finally took a refreshing cold bath and prepared myself for bed. 5 minutes into my sleep, an uncle woke me up and asked whether I was joining for the walk they suggested earlier. Psyched about entering the OCH again after a long time, I ninja-ed out of bed and down the flight of stairs.

We walked out of the chalet compounds, and crossed the road. I was getting a little puzzled since OCH was on our chalet's side of the road. Impressed that my uncle knew of another entry which wasn't aimed by the camera, I followed on. He wasn't. He lead us straight to the beach to walk by the yacht club or something something.

I felt cheated. I took a long and cool bath, wore a long sleeve, welcomed by the already-cold room, slept for 5 mins, and woke up to a walk by the beach. It then occurred to me that our definitions of nightwalk is different. Mine is the adrenaline pumping adventure, while his was a relaxing, sight-seeing trail. Total bummer.

Chic-ass

2010-05-26T01:36:00.003+08:00

I overheard a couple of people saying 'my classmate for this semester is nothing like my ex-classmates! I'ld really like my old classmates back'. You see, these are the kind of people who aren't happy with their lot. Of course, if their current classmates is a bunch of hooligans and all, I would perfectly understand. Being thankful and accepting your lot is the first step to enjoying the company.

What I'm trying to say is, yes your ex-classmates might have been wonderful. They could even be superman, spiderman, ironman for all anyone cares. Thing is, they are in the past. Face it. Maybe, if you are actually a superhero, the school might adjust its system and put your previous classmates in the same class as you. Chances are, you're not. So make your peace, and enjoy your current classmates. The past is the past. Be thankful it happened and you got a taste of it. Now move on.

I've got wonderful ex-classmates but that doesn't stop me from actually being happy with my current classmates though my group is the only one from a different background. And khai, we both know I've got tonnes of reason to love this class.

1104

2010-05-18T10:34:00.004+08:00

I have two problems. Both with cigarettes as the epicenter. First, I smoke a lot in school nowadays. Due to not having anything to do, smoking now becomes an 'activity' instead of the usual 2/3 sticks per school day.

Since a straight bus to school from my house bus stop is rather rare, I now have to change busses, or walk 2 bus stops after I alight. Since the weather today was cloudy and rather cool, I decided to alight at Safra and walk the two bus stops. I planned to smoke while I was walking, and then clock in, and head straight to lab.

Problem? I met Alistar. He asked me out to smoke. I couldn't reject him. It's kind of accompanying your friend and doing something you both enjoy together. So I broke my resolution first thing in the morning. Truth is, even if I didn't see Alistar, I would have met someone else on my way to the clock out station.

Which brings me to the second problem. Since the MP/SIP batch rarely smoke in the school compounds(except on rainy days), majority of us smoke at the main bus stop. So I got to know more and more people, meaning a friend of my friends.

Some of the people though, I only greet while they are with my friends. While they are alone, I swear to god I can't remember ever meeting them. Earlier, a fella walking in the opposite direction greeted me. I didn't respond cause I didn't remember him and therefore, I thought he was greeting someone behind me. Only at the very last moment, when his head was awkwardly turned to me did I realise he was talking to me. I immediately faked a friendly smile and shook his hand and took off. Awkward? Very.

So maybe, I should stop smoking altogether. No, I wouldn't die. But I do have my concerns. Given time, I could stop smoking, but the main reason why I buy ciggs is so I could help Singapore's economy, not for me to smoke. There are even times whereby I just literally threw away an unopened pack. Yeap. True story.

0151

2010-05-17T01:09:00.004+08:00

Remember how I said supercars are overrated(note : overrated doesn't equates to lousy)? No? Well it kinda is. To me at the very least(SOB, i just made it rhyme). Majority tend to look at the top speed of a car to decide how fast it really is, which is only partially true. Everything about its make matters. The weight, suspension, handling, top speed, acceleration, aerodynamics, and more.

For example, a car with a higher top speed but with a poor handling will need to slow down further around a tight corner as compared to a car with a lower top speed but better handling. Two cars with the same top speed will not be side to side on a drag race due to weight, aerodynamic, etc. So really, top speed is only part of the equation for the best supercar. And even with two identical supercars, results attained are in accordance to the drivers as the timing of changing gears vary.

My point? Take a look at the link below. And the lap time is 1.08.06.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e097nz06qpY&feature=related

I wouldn't go as far as to say screw Audi, but this car is beyond love. This is love, intercourse, lust, all the ingredients for the Powerpuff girls, blended into a car. It corners like nothing I've seen on the show. And the show features all brands/makes of supercar. And its phenomenal sound?!! Oh my freaking dear. That is the sexiest sound I've ever heard.

As a matter of fact, I am so in love with this sex-car that I even thought of putting the sound it makes as my ringtone. Pity I couldn't find a decent soundtrack. All of the sex-sounds had to be marred by some commentator. This takes love to a whole different level. Fullstop.

0156

2010-05-15T01:34:00.002+08:00

Earlier in the day, I took a crowded bus home. I stood in front of a guy on the yellow seat meant for the disabled, elderly etc. I held the overhead hooks(whatever you call it) and began to zone out since I was too sleepy. I was becoming slightly aware of my surroundings as the bus was just 2 stops away from my bus stop.

A bus stop before my stop, the fella to my front started to ready himself to stand up. Since I stood at a considerable distance from his seat, and was sleepy, I figured I didn't have to move for himbto get up.

He put his foot forth, and proceeded to stand up, with his head aiming dead for my bent elbows. I expected him to look up as he was standing, or execute a ninja-like maneuver to avoid my elbow at the last moment. But he just kept coming. I figured he needed that elbow to the top of the head to remind him not to occupy the yellow seat when the elderly/pregnant/disabled are standing. And also to look at where he's heading. So my elbow and the top of his head did make contact.

Okay that was a lie. I had no intention to elbow him, though I did not regret not moving my arm. I was just too lazy to move my arm and he should have watched where he's heading. Technically, I didn't elbow him. He headbutted my elbow. So yea, none of my business. He then proceeded to tap on the bell adjacent to the ez-link scanner. Still doesn't make it my fault. Only made it a funny scene.

Always watch where you are going people.

0033

2010-05-10T00:22:00.002+08:00

Since I had to pay my fine about a week back, I didn't have any cash to get mom a present. So I decided to hug her and pat her back and told her that I love her. Later on at night, I suddenly remembered how mom kissed the babies of considerable age. It doesn't seem like kissing anyway. The only way I can effectively describe it to you guys is that it looks as though she's trying to flatten her nose by pushing it against the babies' cheeks/nose. Of course, they always end up crying.

So, I did just that. She tried to hit me, but I moved my body back while maintaining contact with my nose. And she tried to hit my face, I shifted my head and headbutted her tummy, and resumed the nosing. After 10 secs, I realised why it could only work on babies. Their skulls are softer, and your nose won't hurt as mine did.

And I think I'm gonna do it again now. Nights babies.

0043

2010-05-08T00:01:00.006+08:00

Yup, after shuffling to and fro CDC, school, home, amidst my other personal activities for a period of time, I passed. Damn was it tiring. I remember aiming to clear atleast 2 lessons a week. And things would have been a whole lot faster if not for those damned IE, RTT, DRTs, and the 1.5 months of waiting anxiously for my test date.

I wouldn't be half as quick in clearing my lessons if it wasn't for mom, so yes, the 2B license is as much mom's as it is mine. Thanks mommeh.

It is finally done. Both the license I could take for now, attained. No more procrastination, no more sweating under the hot sun while stuck behind a ridiculously slow car, no more cutting time off my personal life/school for motorcycle license, and no more being anywhere near that basket of kneepads/armpads. I actually feel more relieved than glad.

Damn did I sacrifice a lot for both licenses. For my class 3 license, I sacrificed by going to the much further SSDC as the waiting time for a test date is faster. Imagine going Yio Chu Kang after a whole day of school. Yes, I am asking for some sympathy here. For my class 2b license, I sacrificed time for myself and friends. A whole lot of it. I went to the center atleast 2 days a week, and up to 4 days a week. Which really explains the relief.

For those who didn't make it, always believe there's a higher cause behind the failure. Keep trying. Don't lose heart, buddies. For the lovely people who supported me, words truly cannot express my appreciation.

Unfortunately beberd, your sarcasm might very well state a fact. It is actually possible to be aroused when touching(and therefore, molesting) a car. Obviously not the normal everyday car though. But you got just one thing wrong, guys don't get orgasms.

0137

2010-05-06T01:08:00.003+08:00

Contrary to your belief, I do not go to sleep in hopes of solving the problem. I sleep so that I will be able to let go more of the anger, frustration, etc. and therefore, be able to think with a clearer mind. There are times where it is just better to solve the problem there and then, and other times with a 'cool-down' period in between.

On Tuesday, I went out for lunch as pillion along with some other pillions and riders. There was a Fino, KTM, Piaggio, and a KR. Needless to say my choice of bike was the KR. Not that I look down/dislike the other bikes, but KR is just the passion. And Farid(rider of the KR) did not disappoint. His corner was such that my kneecap was just a couple of centimeters away from the asphalt. His acceleration was so brutal, I felt like a fool jerking back and forth trying to counter the pull difference as he changed gears. But it's all in the name of speed and adrenaline. So 3 thumbs up, really. The best part was when he dropped gears. I could hear it, I could feel it in my legs. And all that's left would be the inevitable speed jump. Best. Ride. Ever.

I watched Iron Man 2 with Khairiah and some of my peeps. As Tony Stark walked through the swarm of reporters mixed with fans, he caught sight of a lady standing by his car. I was drooling over the R8 and Khai went "you know, it would have been something if you drooled over the lady". A choice between an Audi R8 and a female. Seriously khai?? You are one silly beberd.

Oh well, it is already 0136 and I best get to sleep. Nights people!!

1112

2010-04-29T10:55:00.003+08:00

So I met Alistar at the busstop to smoke. After a stick, he wanted to smoke more. So we decided to share his stick of cigg since mine was running low. He wanted the 'alternate 3 puffs' but I told him we would do the 'he smoke the first half of the stick, I smoke the other half'. He said it wasn't fair for him cause then, I would get to 'taste' his lips and he wouldn't get to taste mine. *-.- big time*

0043

2010-04-22T23:24:00.003+08:00

You have got to check out the Bathurst VXR8. The engine makes the bass supercar sound at low revs and shrieks like F1 cars on high revolutions, obviously not as loud though. It is simply astonishing.

"If you buy a rubbish car, what you are saying is you have no interest in cars. If you have no interest in cars, you have no interest in driving. And if you have no interest in something, it means you are no good at it. Which means you must have your driving license taken away." - Jeremy, in Top Gear.

Though not entirely true, I can't help catching onto it. Cars, since it is an object you are in, is a not-so-distant relative of clothings. Just like what you wear most likely reflects on your personality, the car you drive might also reflect on your personality.

I shall exaggerate to simplify my point of view. Just like you wouldn't find a goth dressing as a hippie, or a skater dressed like a Jedi. The type of car you drive reflects loudly on you. You wouldn't find a racer truly preferring a luxury car over a supercar, and a businessman preferring a supercar over a luxury car. That is all true, right up to the point where cash matters. Unfortunately, prices varies and therefore, we can't actually assess one based on the car they drive as accurately.

Now enough of drooling over orgasmic cars. I think you should also watch Top Gear and observe Jeremy. He has the kind of brain equipped to give you stinging comebacks to whatever you might say about any topic in a blink of an eye. He does have some apparent disgust and dislike for certain people/country/brand etc, which he takes very little effort to conceal. And he is least concerned about catching flaks from the public/higher-ups/media etc for it.

In accordance to Wikipedia, he once set the map of Wales in the oven and switched it on. In response to angered viewers, he retorted with 'I put Wales in there because Scotland wouldn't fit.'

His quirky wit has made Top Gear more delightful to watch. He also is stubborn in his decision and sticks to his choices even when the odds are against him. What a guy.

2321

2010-04-22T23:01:00.003+08:00

Ok so I had different forms/routes/situations getting to school during the first week of school. Kinda feels like I'm in year 1. Summarising, I took the bus early on the first day to accompany Khai submit some stuffs. I took the superpacked bus from my busstop and had the boob incident. Dad sent me on the second day. The third day I decided to take a bus, and changeover at Safra's busstop since a direct bus is almost impossible to get in, only to arrive at Safra 10 mins before I'm considered absent. So me and my friend jogged on empty stomachs. The fourth day, I decided to wake up earlier and took a bus to EVSS and then back to TP. That worked out pretty well, other than the fact that I have to wake up earlier.

The first two days of school was rather shady. Our project supervisor explained rather vaguely and then went off to do his stuffs, which I frankly don't know what. So basically we sat in a class full of student from other courses with exception to my group of three. Towards the end of the second day, we finally got hold of our supervisor and clarified our doubts. The following two days was then spent absconding classes and smoking sessions and throwing pieces of papers and slacking at concourse.

There's a fire drill tomorrow and my group have yet to come up with an 'evacuation plan' yet. I'm guessing if we don't have a plan, we'll just slip away amidst the chaos and swarm of people. We'll see how it goes.

0920

2010-04-20T08:48:00.005+08:00

Daddy sent me to school and I can't be happier even if it's just for a day. Cause you see, I was in an awkward position yesterday on a bus packed like human beans.

As I mentioned earlier, the bus was packed so therefore, I was forced to stand on the upper steps by the windshield. On one step higher than me was a female student. And our height was such that her *insert what's on your mind* were directly in front of me. Since we were all at very close proximity, I had to turn my head uncomfortably to the extreme left or right all trip-long just so she wouldn't get the slightest idea I was oogling at her.

Actually, the real reason I am blogging away this early in the morning is that I am bored to death here. Ok ok, the boredom haven't actually kicked in yet since I've entered the lab only for 30mins. BUT!! I predict a dark, boring, sleepy day ahead. As my days will be for the next 6 months.

0440

2010-04-19T04:26:00.004+08:00

I am so screwed. I have to be in school by 8am and I'm still wide awake. I need to get my body-clock back to 12-6am sleep time. Damn it. Anyways, I've just had my best comeback ever.

gloating friend(upon reading my fb shout) - you have school 8-6 everyday?
me - yea
gloating friend - so you'll be at school while I be a pig at home everyday?
me - yes, but consider this. my cert will be much sought after as compared to yours when we are done with our current studies.
deflated friend - CCB!!
gloating me - so before you laugh at me, it's best to think about our final cert bro. Hahahaha.

0454

2010-04-18T04:29:00.004+08:00

First of all, I would like to congratulate Khai, Bear, Hadi and Fana who made it to Temasek Polytechnic after taking the longer route. I don't know why, but it feels kinda good knowing they made it to poly after seeing how they studied really hard for it. Especially witnessing how Hadi and Khai gave it their all for the chance to get into a polytechnic. Of course Bear and Fana didn't exactly ace their exams without real effort.

Maybe something went wrong somewhere, and for whatever reasons, they weren't accepted by Poly after graduating secondary school. But for the past two years, I am sure they worked hard to make up for it. And now, result shows.

I take it as a personal lesson for me ; if you work hard enough and not mind taking the harder route, you will eventually get where you want to be. But then again, nobody said life is fair. Sometimes despite your best efforts, things really just boils down to luck and chance. Though we can work hard enough to minimise that portion left to luck and chance, sometimes we just can't totally remove it from the equation.

So to those who didn't get accepted, take a leaf or two from these four buggers. Don't lose heart. I believe they are worth learning from.

L4D2 stuffs

2010-04-14T05:18:00.009+08:00

About two weeks back, Brother told me he had L4D2 in my house's main computer on Steam. I totally forgot about it for 2 whole weeks. Right up to the point I'm bored to death and longing L4D2 like hell. So now, I think I'm gonna spend what's left of my holidays playing L4D2.

First person should move slowly, in accordance to the team's pace. When there are light resistance up ahead, spread out, Never proceed without killing them first(unless 1st person is melee-user. in which case team should not follow but cover him from a distance) as you will be putting yourself in the middle of the light resistance. Imagine your team in the center of the circle, and zombies coming from all directions.

On a free area with obstacles which do not block sight(avoid tall bushes) of your team(street/highway etc), spread out a little(about 2/3 arms length away) to cover more angles and have a better line of sight. This also reduces risk of everyone getting hit by a single strike from Charger/Tank.

When a teammate is attacked by smoker/jockey/hunter and they are just an arm's length away, go right up and shove him rather than shooting it straight. This will cause the special infected to lose their grip and you being able to shoot without risking friendly fire. When the grip is lost, hose it down. When they are attacked at quite a distance, running up to him while shooting is a waste of bullets as your aim decreases on the move. Stop, crouch/stand, aim and shoot.

When there are light resistance at range, use the primary weapon. And don't freaking waste your ammo. For the zombies, use burst shots(click for 1/2 secs). For the special infected, empty your magazines only when you are sure you are right on target, otherwise just burst shoot at their heads. Even when a horde attack in oncoming from a distance, burst shoot but sweep from left to right. When the horde is up close, use melee. Preferably form a rough circle to cover each other. Friendly fire is inevitable here but negligible compared to horde attacks.

Anyone considerate enough to wait can be the front person while most experienced person should shuffle up and down the formation, where possible, to help the others. On the final stretch to safe houses/rescue, use that adrenaline shot/pills to give that much needed extra agility.

When there are alarms to switch off, the best person should take a pill/shot and melee his way to the switch. Others can take a pill/shot to follow and cover his ass. And the hordes really are endless till you switch the alarm off. Burst shoot those in the way, ignore those not attacking, keep moving.

Keep your mates in sight. Rescuing them from a special infected is more important that you killing the horde around you. You can never survive alone against all the special infected.

Know when it is pointless to try and save mates. At times when there's just no hope, abandon them.

All in preparation for a zombie apocalypse. Sunil's my best partner in an apocalypse. He performs so bloody well as a partner in L4D2. So he's my best bet. Don't fail me bitch.

2001

2010-04-08T19:46:00.003+08:00

Yesterday, I woke up to a chubby, pretty fair-skinned mini-monster's voice and beatings. Can I have that as my alarm everyday?

And I did hit the constant 130. Mission accomplished.

1833

2010-04-06T17:45:00.003+08:00

Yesterday, my cousin brought me to play snooker with his friends. And one if his friends happened to be one of Malaysia's top players. As you might imagine, he took pity on me for losing to my cousin so badly, he took me under his wing for about an hour or so. And I did learn a lot of things. My shooting accuracy improved tremendously. But let's just see whether I still remember the lessons when I get back home. Heheh.

I met Leon, Hazwan and Sue at Petaling Street around evening and spent the night with them. It was great. The walking around with my luggage ONLY, Leon and me trying to buy a couple's boxers(like we did in Vietnam), the cheap cigarette, the team bargains, Leon's accidental discharge and many more. It really was great. Thanks guys.

I returned to my cousins home today. And I haven't been doing anything ever since 2 hours ago except chatting and blogging this. I hope there's something to do tonight. No, not the kind you're thinking of.

Oh, and I haven't get enough sleep.

1015

2010-04-05T09:51:00.004+08:00

The drive to KL wasn't particularly tiring. I guess the only tiring part is where you have hour after hour of highway and you have to constantly keep your foot on the gas pedal at roughly the same position throughout the drive. Ingenious me found a way around that.

Instead of the way we were thought to put our right feet, I tried all the ways that I could think of. I tried pressing it with just the toe, toe and the finger next to it, ball of my feet, arch of my feet, right half of the feet, and for a short period, my left feet. I shall experiment more on the drive home.

Oh, and since the speed limit is 110km/hr, I figured I'd do 130-140 on most of the drive. But daddy was right beside and kept a constant eye on the speedometer. And thus, I came up with a way around that as well. Initially he capped my speed at a 100. I painfully made my way up to 110. And stayed for half an hour, before painfully increasing to 120. I have to increase bit by bit as he never fails to tell me to slow down if I shoot up quickly. I overtook a vehicle and was doing 145. That was when I immediately sat straight up to concentrate and feel the drive. Not 5 seconds later, he told me to reduce speed. Daymn.

Goal? Start at 110 as soon as I enter the highway on the way back to Singapore. That's for starters. I will try to make my way to at least a constant 130. Wish me luck babies.

2227

2010-04-02T21:24:00.003+08:00

Phone memory running out. Shifted files. Phone to mmc and vice versa. Shifted contacts. Accidentally deleted contacts. And don't you dare laugh at me you LG-hp users.

Yea, this might be the best time to do all sort of pranks on me. Prank call, prank texts and whatever nots. But I just might not actually respond to it you see? Haven't thought of that yet have you.

And Aaron is taking bloody forever to return me my thumb drive!!!!

0150

2010-03-30T01:29:00.004+08:00

You know the kind of dream you can't remember initially? And as time passes by, bits of it just come to you and you start digging for what you actually dreamt about? Only after sometime do you remember the whole dream. No? Just act as though you do.

I woke up today feeling a little delighted not knowing why. I rolled in my bed and thought. I had a very pleasant dream of the girl I have been missing truckloads recently. It consisted of the things we used to do together and how close we were.

Ten2Five - I will fly. You are the only one I shared this song with. So yes, it can only mean you.

Sometimes dreams are useful when you know the chances of getting what you want is just too remote. But then again, it strengthens your desire for it without increasing your chances. Not necessarily a good thing now is it?

my bitch

2010-03-28T01:57:00.012+08:00

A day of not meeting you is just another day closer to the day I meet you.

Because unlike some pathetic creatures, distance doesn't really do much to us except the usual misses, and much more misses. We are both busy with our own devices. She with her school and bf, and me with outings and sleeping. It really doesn't matter we don't meet often. I know we'll meet up eventually cause I'm missed too much. And I know that when we meet, nothing will have changed. We'll still fight as much, and still have each others' back. She's an ass, really. Nights nigga. Stop being insensitive.

And no, she's not my girlfriend.

0445

2010-03-27T02:50:00.005+08:00

I apologise for my outburst earlier to whoever that managed to read it.

You are out of line, you obnoxious conceited girl.

The Guide.

2010-03-25T20:11:00.012+08:00

The movie Zombieland was not all that great. It was slightly higher above average I think. But the prospects of it actually happening is just mind-blowing fun.

Imagine an outbreak of a disease which turns man into no-brainer cannibals namely, Zombies. And that anyone bitten turns into one as well. For real, just stop and think of all the things you wanted to do but never had the chance to. That my friends, is real freedom. The folllowing is my plan. I suggest you create yours/copy mine(I have yet to patent it).

Step 1 - Goal : Establish a Safe Refuge.
I will set up a secured base located somewhere near the waters, where I can have a full view of any approach and if things get really hairy, I can always bail out to the waters which by the way has a boat anchored 50m from land. I can swim that distance and the zombies sure can't. And from there, I will broadcast my position via radio or post ups pasted everywhere I go. On a 200m/open line of sight(whichever applicable) perimeter, fences with barbed wire and noisy metals(to make approching zombies more noticeable) will be constructed. And a concrete moat filled with mud to slow them while I shoot/bail.

Step 2 - Goal : Survival training.
Everyone will share their way of how they managed to elude/fight the zombies and we will cash on it. I will train the survivors a number of things. Muay Thai coupled with some street fighting is essential in case ammunition runs out or there is no time to reload. No matter how strong a zombie might be, it is not scientifically possible to run on broken bones. A cracked/broken bones just won't support your weight in a run. And gun discipline so they don't go trigger happy on me or waste ammo. Driving, fitness, and guts are of utmost importance. Make reliable people leaders so I won't be the only one shouting instructions in a Zombie attack.

Step 3 - Goal : Stock up.
Rendezvous points will be told in advance in case we need to split up. We will make our way to the automobile shop and get us some vehicles of all range. Supercars(for fun and joy), Jeeps(to ram our way through any obstacle), Trucks(in case more survivors come and join us), more trucks(when we migrate). Motorcycles are a big no no. All it takes is for a zombie to go kamikaze on you and you're history. A truckload, no make that 3 truckloads full of rations, fuel, guns and ammunition.

Step 4 - Goal : Back up plans.
Secure and stock up at least 2 more safe houses.

Step 5 - Goal : Do as you will.
In groups of at 2, armed and full ammo, do as you will. I'm gonna floor the motherfucking pedal of that Supercar I just 'acquired' from the automobile store a few days back.

Step 6 - Goal : Settle down.
Make the safe house your new home and be comfortable. When we get too bored, we will load everything on the trucks and migrate. 3 hummers with reinforced bumper and windows will lead the front to bang any zombies. Convertibles(for shooting space)/Humvees(for mounted guns) will surround and protect the trucks/supercars(center of the formation).

Step 7 - Goal : Establish a new Safe Refuge.
Upon finding a desired place, it is Zombie extermination time again. Instead of just shooting zombies and therefore littering our new refuge with corpses, chucks of raw meat will be tied to one Humvee. That Humvee will drive by very slowly(but faster than the Zombies' speed) all around the refuge to lure them. With the horde of Zombies hot on its tail, it will drive by a line of fire set up at a preset place. Just it enters the killing zone, the Humvee will speed up to create a distance so as to not get clipped by stray bullets from the fire line I have created. And then, it is step 1 all over again.

I am ready for a Zombie Apocalypse. Are you?

0330

2010-03-24T03:19:00.003+08:00

You fucking tell me how to keep my cool when studying slides for my MTNDESIGN subject(smth like DnT, drawing different angles of object on com, creating prototypes), I find myself reading what 'neurovascular disorder, carpal tunnel syndrome, nerve and tendon disorders, cumulative trauma disorders' means and how to treat it. How the fuck is that related to the subject!! Mai gawd man this teacher really needs a teaching. And of course I skipped those slides. If I wanted to know more about those, I would ask my sister.

Goodnight babies in diapers.

2340

2010-03-21T22:43:00.003+08:00

A month or two back, I was irritated by something which happened. And to stop it, I thought long and hard(hahahahaahah). I finally decided to devise a foolproof lie which is impossible to see through unless I was actually caught red-handed. I asked a friend for an opinion of my story. A few days later, that fella asked me about what actually happened in my story. Fucker actually believed my story even though I did mention at the very start and end of the story that it was a story I am spinning up.

A couple months back, Daddy bought me a table which came with a lockable drawer and keys which have not been duplicated. I was ecstatic. I could finally stash my stuffs(I do happen to possess several stuffs I'm not supposed to touch) with guaranteed safety. After several days of hiding the key at the most unlikely yet accessible place, I totally forgot where I kept it. And I still can't find the key.

When I was in Secondary 5, I lied to mom about some dates(as in day/month/year). When the date came, I totally forgot what I had on the day cause I managed to convince mom it happened in another day. It was a big lie(and a big story) I gave her, and I apparently fooled myself too.

A few days back, I hid my lighter at a different place. Couple hours later when I wanted to smoke again, I forgot where I hid it. I didn't smoke for the rest of the night cause I believed that was God's way of telling me I had enough for the day.

Several times after doing what I usually do with my car, I thought about how the fuck did I even manage/have the balls to do that. And no, I don't regret doing it if that's what you are thinking.

Conclusion? I am so goddamn good at stuffs I set myself out to do that sometimes, I amaze myself. Self, can you not be too awesome before you end up controlling the world?

0511

2010-03-17T04:46:00.000+08:00

It was a long day for me. From school in the early morning, to CDC, to TM, and finally at night, to prawning. Fortunately, Bear sent and fetched me from CDC. Thanks man.

Prawning was great. The whole chilling in a totally new environment, the disappointment of being cheated by a prawn, the thrill of finally catching something, the eeeky feeling of taking the hook off, and the sad part of shoving the sticks and barbecuing the live prawns. Sigh. Maybe I will turn vegetarian for real. Anyways, I really would like to thank those who made it. I know everyone had a great time with me. Heees.

We should totally do it again balls!!

1807

2010-03-12T17:56:00.002+08:00

In accordance to BBC Knowledge's Top Gear, today's car can rival and outmatch race cars from 20 years ago. By simple maths, it is comforting to know that if I live long enough, my future car will be able to go as fast as Hamilton is going on the race tracks today. Though there is a considerable time gap of 20 years, to be able to go as fast as Hamilton is going today is already quite a feat. Yea, I really wish.

0416

2010-03-10T04:01:00.004+08:00

So I smoked as I was watching 'According To Jim' in the dead hours of the morning. I've been watching it out of boredom for several nights now, and I think it is a great show.

Okay so Jim's wife's sister was pregnant and will be due in 5 weeks if I'm not mistaken. But just as the sister and Jim were left alone at home while others went about their own devices, her water broke. Jim panicked. He went around the room screaming for help before the sister told him to drive her to the hospital. Despite the gravity of the situation, he told her to sit in the back seat so she wouldn't get her 'baby gooey'(quote) all over the new floor mat.

Not my main point, but that was a brief illustration of the show and I think Star World just owed me some cash for promoting one of its show.

When they arrived at the hospital, the sister argued that since he was the only family around(it was partly Jim's fault her husband is caught up elsewhere), he should stay by her side as she gave birth. He came up with all kind of excuses, all pointing to the fact he's afraid. Just as the doctor opened the door, I jumped. I then recalled a second later that the door that opened was in the show, and not my parents' room.

0142

2010-03-08T01:34:00.006+08:00

Khai, you do know I'ld do anything for you, and that I'm cool with your crazy obsessions. But I can't help it. I can't picture myself being buddies with one who's obsessed over an unshaven idiot who probably is too damn busy purchasing this and that, forgetting he have yet to shave since he hit puberty. I'm sorry but this, I can't do.

With regards
your awesome buddy

Super-fever.

2010-03-06T04:45:00.003+08:00

You know what would make me smile myself silly? Being behind the wheels of a Super-car, and put it to real work. I shall start saving from now. A packet of Ruffles and a glass of plain water a day, everyday for the rest of my life till I've saved enough to own a Super-car.

0515

2010-03-03T05:12:00.003+08:00

About a week back, I watched the first quarter of 'Santau'. Seeing that it was getting a little too boring and I had better things to do, I closed it. Earlier about 0200, I was chatting and felt too damn hungry. I contemplated driving to Safron, but decided otherwise. So I ordered in MCD.

My Megamac Meal came. I don't like eating without watching anything. So I watched Santau while eating my meal in my room. Damn was the burger huge. The show wouldn't have affected me much if I watched it in the theaters. Thing is, I watched approximately 0315, alone, with my sister on night shift, and parents behind locked doors.

I finished my burger half an hour before it ended but decided not to tidy things up as I thought I would throw everything away at the end of the show, and then go for a smoke and a shower before bumming myself to sleep. After the whole show ended, I would be lying if I said I wasn't the least shaken. I was a little shaken, but not much. I contemplated leaving everything as it is and clear it when I wake up. But that might attract pests to my study table and this fear and paranoia can't go on indefinitely. I need to overcome it.

I did what any sane person would do. I walked to my kitchen with all the MCD paper bags in hand. My main bin is directly in front of the toilet and everyone knows what it is about toilets. I hesitated for a split second before walking into view of the toilet. Walked on and a couple steps later, I swear I saw something pass by very quickly. I retracted my foot midair and ran to the living room. I took half a minute or so to compose myself, and returned. As I opened the bin lid with my foot, I was relieved nothing came out. The rest of the night went as planned. Smoked and took a bath.

No, it wasn't my imagination nor paranoia. It was real. I saw it with my own two eyes dammit. It was just a few steps away from me. You can say whatever the fuck you want, but I know I saw a damn house lizard.

0710

2010-03-01T05:29:00.007+08:00

This is gonna be an educational(from discovery channel) and thoughts posts.

Only recently did I resume watching television. I stopped watching it some time ago when I decided it was wasting hours of my life just watching dramas, talent show, and what nots. I now watch educational channels and occasionally, some shows.

So I was watching some show about the human mind. Everyone knows the mind is the most sophisticated and complex part of the body. But I learnt several cool facts about it.

Redirecting Energy Consumption
Our mind recognises when we are in a distressed situation and switches to a survival mode. In survival state, energy is not supplied to whichever part of the body that is not needed to survive. For example(quote), in the event you are running from a fire spreading fast, your mind channels energy to your legs, lungs, etc(whatever you need for the fastest run). The energy surge is energy taken from 'hair & nail growth(and others I can't recall)'.

Life-lengthening.
When you are starving after not eating for an extended period of time(I'm talking about days and weeks), the survival state comes. Since your brain realises you are not running from anything and are just hanging on till rescue arrives, energy is again taken from said sources. Atop of which, your organs slow down, thus requiring less energy. Everything in your body switches to 'energy-saving' mode.

Studies have shown that you can force this type of survival state to surface even when not in a dire situation. Halving your calorie intake starves your body. And the above reaction takes place.Theoretically, when your organs slow down, you live longer(imagine your heart having a shelf-life based on how hard it works. When it slows down, equaling to easier workload, it beats longer). Experiments have been done with lab rats, and those which eats half the normal diet, live longer, and some even live twice their average lifespan.

Decision Making
In a situation you need to make a decision fast, your mind speeds up. Your intake of information(data, facts, pictures/frames) is much faster. Totally solves my wonder of how I could make split-second decisions while making risks in the 'fast lane'.

It is not common, but due to the much accelerated mind activity, your mind can actually slow down time for you. Unfortunately, it will not make you move like a superhuman. However, the time-slowing moment, coupled with your accelerated mind, you can actually make decisions faster in real time.

The safe/comfortable range cannot be defined accurately without first establishing the point whereby something becomes dangerous/ uncomfortable. At times there is real need to know the exact point to where you can push stuffs before it backfires. I.e. the mercury in a thermometer. It cannot be used in the thermometer if tests were not first done to ensure the highest point it maintained its stability. And that is how I take risks. I do not base my risks on chance nor fate. I take it based on calculations, factors, and confidence. I take calculated risks. Do you catch my drift?

0400

2010-02-28T03:41:00.005+08:00

To strike, to defend.
To stand by, to let go.

To take risks, to be safe.
To persevere, to give up.

To be strong, to fade away.
To protect, to let them learn.
To reprimand, to understand.

There is a time for everything. Always. It's not a one solution fits all. People differ and so does circumstances. Wise up.

2010-02-24T00:38:00.003+08:00

'We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in numbers, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing; the last of human freedom -to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.'

Victor Frankl

I couldn't agree more. People are quick to put the blame of their mistakes onto anything they can reach out to. What they failed to remember is that they have the freedom of choice. Of course, there are exceptional cases. But if the POWs somehow managed to retain their freedom of choice while in a concentration camp, it really narrows the margin for us.

Sentence of the day.

2010-02-22T11:09:00.005+08:00

"If time was directly proportional to my knowledge of this subject, I'ld complete this paper in 10 minutes."

2010-02-22T02:00:00.002+08:00

Wet socks on a bamboo pole.
Zahhh in fisticuffs with me.
Stuck in the middle of the night without transport.
On a long distance race with Sunil.
Talking sense into my darling boy.

I feel like all the above compounded into one and cubed. Netfund is killing me big time. Nothing was this irritating since Khairiah.

0430

2010-02-18T03:55:00.004+08:00

*insert adjective* moments.

I was a couple of sentences into my story and Khai realises it was a story about my bike prac. She said "I don't want to know about your bike prac"(a little sad cause its the first time she 'rejected' my story) "Its dangerous(aww moment)." She have always been against me taking bike license since way back.

Mommeh did her Word Search Puzzle on my bed in the afternoon and left it on my bed as she fell asleep. I did it at night. But try as i might, I just can't find 2 words. So the next day, I sought her help. She went "You did my Word Search?!! Give it back to me. That is for my pastime. That will be the last puzzle you complete on my book." She was never this selfish before. Hahah.

I had a tickle fight with Zah in the car last night. I've never been in one. Of course I won. I locked her in place and tickled.

Bob said something anal to me and I couldn't retort. He laughed his cheeky laughter and 'tickled' himself. It suddenly struck me, so I asked. "What colour were you when you were still a sperm?". He immediately ceased laughing and put on a straight insulted face. I knew I had my revenge.

I type something and copied paste it dozens of time over in Zah's chatroom since her PM was AFK. I got caught. She cheated.

0357

2010-02-18T02:56:00.003+08:00

Dear buncit,
do know that I was intending to screw you 13 times over when I thought you were asleep cause it was way past your curfew time and you weren't online for our msn date. Luckily, you finally texted me saying you just got home. You are one lucky homo.

And so she told me to meet her on msn while I was watching a movie on my phone, laying in bed. So what do I do? I used the computer daddy bought me last week. He placed it in my room but I rarely use it cause it doesn't have what my main computer has. Movies, songs, bookmarks, software etc. Easily said, that main computer is kinda a store which I've stocked for quite awhile now.

But occasions like this, occasions like when I need to log in or do anything computer related but is too lazy to get outta bed, this computer sure comes in handy(handy dandy pc!!). Besides, it doesn't sucks. It just lack stocks.

And this whole post isn't much of an inspiration. More of a need to try blogging from my new com. Heh.

Part 1

2010-02-16T06:46:00.002+08:00

Bob, Shahmir, and me really felt like racing. And so we did. The first stretch of straight road, I hit the grass patch as I wasn't expecting the vibrations on the steering wheels to be that violent while traveling at high speeds. I knew there and then I am gonna lose to that two fucks. The rest of the laps was pretty much just me trying(keyword) to cover the distance I've lost. I finished third.

Unsatisfied, we raced again. A different route this time, a longer route. I was leading till Bob came outta nowhere and rammed my car from the left. Off balance, I decided to drop back, and pursue him later since there was plenty of grounds to cover. That, I did. And I finished first.

We raced again. This time, Bear joined us too. I drifted too far out, hit the grass patch, slowed down too much. And I finished fourth. Daymn. I then realized I needed an Audi, big time.

I wanted more. I wasn't fed my dosage of adrenaline rush in a long time now but alas, time wasn't on our side. That, and we were running short of cash to purchase tokens after the whole day. Yea, that was just games on Daytona. Heees.

Part 2

2010-02-16T06:15:00.007+08:00

I was at 120 on that long stretch of road. The light have been green for a long time now, and I didn't feel like stopping. I depressed further to pass that light. There was a taxi on the right lane up front. He was in the middle of his lane therefore, I could pass with relative ease. As I approach closer, he began closing onto the the line dangerously close to mine. Already at 135, I kept it constant, and thought. If my estimates were right, I could pass him though we(kerb, me, taxt, in that order) would be preeety damn close. If I got it wrong, I would mount the kerb. At 135, I wouldn't dare imagine how the car would flip.

I went for it. I depressed another 10. I got it right. I passed the kerb and taxi too damn close for comfort. After the bend, I stopped for a red light. Shaky legs, heart a tad too fast, adrenaline fed to every part of my body. Precisely what I needed. Because things just aren't as intoxicating when safe.

0400

2010-02-14T15:42:00.003+08:00

Eh shialllaaa. The salon I have been loyal to for the past god-knows-how-long fucked me over. I noticed an unfamiliar face when I stepped into the salon. And she was the only one available. Since I was in a rush and I'm not particularly fussy, I went ahead. The haircut itself was acceptable. Though a little to short, nothing a few weeks can't heal.

I was facing the mirror as I smoked in the toilet earlier. I then noticed small strands of hair on my temple. Hairs that have been shaved, but is growing already. I freaked out. I looked closer and realized instead of shaving only my sideburns, she actually shaved into the side hairline, adjacent to my temple. She shaved it clean, and now there are little strands of hair growing.

I kinda get the feeling sheeps have been eating my hair as I slept sia. How the fuck did I even miss something of this proportion! Surely the different tan is indicative enough. I feel like crying already. Goodbye.

0207

2010-02-10T01:50:00.003+08:00

Yesterday was awesome. Hilmi sent me to CDC since I was running late, Khai waited for me over at CDC while I was taking my practical. Khai, Bob, and me played L4D2 in the night. Oh!! And we all ate cheeseburger after playing Lan.

Khai maintains she enjoys waiting for me as she gets to see all the guys there. I am not fanning myself, but we all know you enjoy watching me do my stuff. But just for voluntarily waiting like a dick for about 100 minutes, I already love Khai more. And Khai, we both know who went down on my love list. Hahah. Bitch you.

AND AND!! I have something on my schedule for Thursday. Swear I can't wait.

2345

2010-02-04T22:12:00.002+08:00

It is time. To stop being lazy. To stop resting on my laurels. To set the bar higher. To achieve. I will start pushing. And you'll see me winning.

Hilmi selit makin mayut. Mat corner makin menyetan. Tunggu aku la seh!!

0205

2010-02-03T01:43:00.003+08:00

I seriously have no idea what went through the mind of the designers. Much less parents who actually buy them. Kids need an upbringing and not a leash. An upbringing will instill the "I am not supposed to do this cause it's wrong" mindset while leashes instill "I can't do this cause I'm held back". And you can only keep leashes on kids till they are of certain age.

Sure, it is handy while taking a casual walk and you don't wish to look over your shoulder every few seconds. But then again, you could always hold their hands. The only way they could justify their reasons are if their kids actually go around barking and biting people.

Toddlers are the cutest thing in the world, you idjit.

2010-01-31T15:55:00.003+08:00

Apologies do not work all the time. Events which took place are not magically erased from the mind. And start counting your lucky stars.

2010-01-27T00:14:00.006+08:00

I find it disturbing that they(some random site) didn't place Rich Franklin in one of the top MMA fighters. Sure he got his ass owned by Anderson Silva. But Silva is a freak of nature. After getting hit by a couple of direct knees by Silva, even an elephant will come stumbling, what more Rich. But still, Rich is a great standup fighter and an awesome Jujitsu guy. He rolled out of an armbar, wriggled out of the tightest guillotine choke, and more. What I'm trying to say, is that he recovers from submissions no one can. And he is dashing. How in the deepest tunnels of the Earth could they miss this guy?!

With all due respect, Silva is the shit. He moves like he's dancing, connect his strikes with deadly precision(like no fighter I've seen since Bruce Lee), is not afraid to take hits, weaves in and out of punches, and blows my mind. I bet he's gonna be a legend in UFC someday. Like how Mike Tyson was in the boxing arena, you know?

1234

2010-01-25T12:21:00.005+08:00

When I got my stuffs ready for bike prac last week, I realised I can't pull the straps to a full shut. There was a nagging circular gap about 10cm diameter. Anyone could put anything inside and so could they take stuffs outta my bag since I slung it at my back. As a result, I sling my bag on my sides which was quite irritating as I walked.

Since it was a bad prac cause I was late and it was raining and the knee pad sucks and I couldn't concentrate, I went home and found fault with the bag only after I emptied it. I didn't dare to say anything to it while I was on the way home cause it could decide to throw its tantrum and snap the straps holding it together. And then I'll be in a pile of shit.

So I complained about the bag to mum and showered. Today, I texted my friends enquiring whether they have any unused/extra helmet bag. 7 friends to be exact. When I got home, mom said she already fixed the strap. And I was happy like a kid who got a candy. No no, 2 pieces of candy. Powderful lah mommeh.

0017

2010-01-25T00:10:00.008+08:00

"I think if I’ve learned anything about friendship, it’s to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and let them fight for you. Don’t walk away, don’t be distracted, don’t be too busy or tired, don’t take them for granted. Friends are part of the glue that holds life and faith together. Powerful stuff." - khai's blog. she is so dedicating that for me. heheh.

I coughed like one dying motherfucker earlier when I went out. So I got home, drank straight from the cough syrup bottle as I always do, and when it was already in my mouth, I realised that it was at least twice the recommended dosage. I contemplated spitting in back into the bottle but decided otherwise. The idea of spitting it into the sink didn't occur to me. I spent the next 5 minutes deciding what to do and thinking about how I have been coughing all day long. I gulped it down in the end. And now my head is heavy.

I really don't know how I should rate today.

2010-01-22T22:54:00.002+08:00

Today was depressing. I was fooling around and smashed the side of my right knee to a bench. It was excruciatingly painful. And because of that my knee hurts when I kick my punching bag. Tell me how am I gonna rob that mak cik? Deamn. And that is a two syllable damn so it gotta mean something.

0213

2010-01-22T01:50:00.004+08:00

I can't help feeling motorbike's theory lessons are just but a scheme for the school to profit from. I went for mine earlier and I slept halfway through. I already studied whatever they taught by myself while sitting for my car's theory tests. I mean there were some questions here and there that were tricky, but it totally doesn't warrant 4 theory lessons as 1 would be sufficient. And if motorcars' learner driver can study on their own, why can't motorbikes' learner rider as well?

Yes motorbike accidents have been on the rise of late, but the theory lessons really doesn't help anyone handle the bike better. The theory lesson are basically just what different signs mean, knowing the different parts of the bike, etc. Nothing on preventive measures at all. I am not the typical Singaporean always hollering how we get sucked dry for needing to pay for something, but this is outrageous.

If the number of practicals increase and tests more than what is covered now, than at the very least that would be related to safety. And I'm not saying people would be happy over it, but it would be logical. And they know they can afford to be unreasonable in their charges and schemes cause that's about the only way we are gonna get that license.

After all these, I wouldn't actually be surprised if I flunk my first TP. Heheh.

0058

2010-01-21T00:51:00.002+08:00

Oh yea I got it!! I got the inspiration while I was brushing my tits. The interesting part is that Giovani Amanda Sari(I looked it up on fb) fucking pronounced bacteria as buck-te-ry. It wasn't a slip of tongue, she really didn't know how to pronounce it. A tertiary student should seriously known better. It is 'back-tee-ree-ya' girl. Heheh. Bloopers 1.2.

Barb-bai.

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2010-01-21T00:28:00.004+08:00

Oh didn't you know? My number is now the hub for unknown numbers to text. I so totally love it. Bloody fucks love wasting my SMSs by either giving fake names or not at all. I should seriously stop replying to them right? Hahah. May your nipples burn man.

I'm supposed to write something interesting here but I have someone waiting to call me so I guess you will just have to pretend I said something interesting here and conclude this was a great post.

My horns have gone down now. I feel you. Honestly.

Nights people.

0058

2010-01-18T00:57:00.007+08:00

Bloopers.

I saw the light turning red from 250metres out and I was going around 80. Fully knowing that particular traffic light takes a longer time to change, I released the gas and just let the car roll. A Honda Civic behind me accelerated and overtook sharply in front of me. He was beside me when I stopped at the line. I smiled smugly at him. His eyes were transfixed onto the light. I zoomed off as soon as it turned green.

I was doing a project at a friend's void deck. I was on the floor, cutting cardboards when I stopped everything I was doing cause I spotted a deadly female at the lift landing. I only managed to get her back view though, but that was depressing enough. I got a knock at the back of my head and my friend asked what I was doing. I told her the girl looked smoking hot from the back and whether she knew her. She laughed and said the girl at the lift landing was her sister. I continued my work immediately, though I felt like slaughtering myself.

And what/how hilmi said/did to bob was fucking funny and touching. Hahahahahahaha. Jangan takut la, aku mayut la geng. Awww Hilmi lup me. Forever and ever bwo.

Khai, Manda and me(hilmi joined us as we were abt to swim) had a lazy Saturday. Fast forwarding, we went over to Manda's condo and dipped in the jacuzzi. Khai exclaimed to Manda that it was great. But I noticed the lack of bubbles over at her side. So when khai was being anal in the center of the tub, I moved over at her side. And I was hysterical. There wasn't anything coming from her side of the tub. She tried my side and was seriously wow-ed by it. What low expectations of comfort you have sia bro.

Notice the lack of bubbles on her corner?

Farid, my poly brotherlup, came over to me in a computer lab cause he wanted to copy answers into his book. He sat to my left, and there was also another PC in front of him. Halfway through, our lecturer walked to us. Farid covered the answer booklet immediately and pretended to show me something on my screen. He grabbed the mouse nearest to him and pretended to click something. Thing is, he grabbed his PC's mouse instead of mine. Bo chui geng.

Mummy told Daddy(while I was driving) 'do you know faiz always turn to the back passenger seat when he's driving?' in the hopes that daddy will tear me a new asshole. Daddy coolly said I'm not supposed to do that cause it is dangerous. I was dying to laugh in that car.

Suganthi(my poly brotherlup too) met me twice last week. One for lunch and another for a ride. During both times, she lost her footing over a kerb and blames me. And I suspect she blames me to cover her embarrassment.

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2010-01-13T21:58:00.002+08:00

My body is failing me. I need that run. The run which I always procrastinate about. The one I don't see myself running in the near future. Sigh. I need to get my antibodies and fitness back up. The heart is willing but the flesh is weak lah. How I wish I had a personal trainer to chase my ass out of this chair and to the reservoir.

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2010-01-11T00:22:00.005+08:00

1 - Suganthi created a blog, did an entry praising me, complained I never gave her a ride, gave it a private access only, invited me, and I read it, and then she deleted it. She have a depressing sense of humour.

2 - My friends look like cockroaches. Which is why I always got the names mixed up. Maybe I should get name tags for you guys.

3 - I ate a whole Arnold's chicken for dinner since I didn't eat the whole day. I came down for soccer looking like Bomberman but took off my top anyway.

4 - Rose syrup is my favourite drink now. Even if it makes me have a water belly.

5 - I like to laugh and then keep quiet when someone asks a thoroughly anal question, just to see how long it will take for him/her to figure it out.

6 - I didn't get my dosage of adrenaline rush this week.

7 - Aishah once vomited chocolates(since she only ate chocolates the whole day) onto her own jeans. And hugged and breathed her legs as we sat on the kerb. That was depressingly sick too.

8 - I have yet to decide what I wanna do with my Adidas voucher other than purchasing Adidas merchandise.

9 - I hate going out in the night w/o personal transport.

10 - We had family dinner yesterday. With brother.

New Year.

2010-01-02T00:58:00.009+08:00

The very first day of 2010 and me and a couple of friends were bored to death. Each of us were at home, figuring out a plan, any plan, even if it might suck. But even the worse plan didn't came to mind. Around 2015, everybody got so desperate that we(me manda faris hilmi and ifah or smth) just met up and hopped in daddy's car without any destination.

Following PIE, we ended up at Orchard where we bought food for the night-mini-picnic we had over at the Botanicals. We ate and camwhored and talked. On the return trip(approximately 0000), the expressway was fairly clear at some parts that I felt like weaving in and out of lanes to overtake. And so we did just that. We accelerated, sped, flew(okay not fly), overtook cars.

The highlights was where I'm supposed to exit PIE but there was only 1 lane leading in, and the van in lane was kinda slow, and the exit is just like 100 meters ahead, but I still have yet to get in lane for the simple fact I do not wish to slow down. Hilmi was like a spoilt recorder(he was right though) going "get in lane, get in lane, get in lane.." With 100 meters left, I depressed further till about 130km/hr and overtook.

I then realised the stupidity of it. Cause if I did not accelerate enough, I will not be able to overtake and be forced to take another exit further away. If I accelerated too much though, I would lose control of the car on the sharp bend immediately after the decelerating lane. I was actually doubtful of my car's capability to make that speed jump in a short distance, overtake, brake, and handling. But it all worked out fine and I'm safely back in one piece.

Oh and the adrenaline rushing through my blood was dangerously intoxicating. I would be having orgasms after that bend if I am a girl. Which totally explains the wet stuff on the seat Amanda took. Yucks.

Awesome babeh.