the wondrous things

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2006-02-15T17:43:00.000+08:00

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2005-12-21T08:09:00.000+08:00

The problem with being empathetic is when people diss you, having failed to see through your lenses.

Steven Lim decides to be a moron again with the release of his new video titled sex bomb.

http://www.stevenlim.net/sexbomb.wmv

Poor acting, primeval boogie and an absolutely comical face. He definitely needs more coaching.

I'm so damn tired after the retreat (more like a social chalet really). Need some sleep.

ALL YOU BITCHES

2005-12-20T02:41:00.000+08:00

I just learnt a new word - mordant. Sounds to me like a combination of morbid and mordor. How silly. Mordant, according to dictionary.com is defined as being bitingly sarcastic. Very descriptive word. I like! Thanks Edd.

And William, in case you're wondering, I'm awesome and can't be any better.

VIDS

2005-12-19T00:28:00.000+08:00

christmas publicity

christmas service prelude

OBLIVION IS BLISS

2005-12-18T01:37:00.000+08:00

Before anything, you need to agree to disagree before reading the rest of this post.

We went to Ikea today to ransack for something nice to buy as christmas presents. Well, it's only polite to give during the festive season. And being that financially limited stud I am (and have always been), Ikea became the ideal and only practical place to shop for nice things that come in large quantity at an affordable pricing. I shall just give everyone an ice-cream stick this year. Nah, I kidding.

There is so much to talk church, the general climate which we have lapsed into and also the youth especially. (Note that I chose to use the word the instead of our) But after countless vicious cycles, I have sorta forced (or numbed) myself to cease and retreat pondering any further because this whole damn thing seems to bring me more pain than anything else. I hate to use the word pathetic but sad to say, there came a point which I was left with no nice words left in my dictionary. Of course, being that melancholic, cynic or whatever you can decide, I have purposed that I should also halt whatever negative judgements, presumptions, objective or subjective opinions that I might have consciously or subconsciously connotate amongst the people.

I thought that riding on the wave of motion could be helpful after all. As you invest less committment and expectations on people, chances are, that you are less likely to face graver disappointments. It's silly to harvest expectations when the grey skies have been around for far too long. The thing is, it does not and will not pay off by pressing on. The same bunch of people are most probably going to still reside in their own comfort zone gratifying one another. Maybe by doing so, they can find their sense of security and identity. Beats me really sometimes.

You can interpret this entry any way you like. It truly makes no sense not to do so anyway. Whatever it is, refrain from flooding my tagboard with all your dissings. Oh, and you did agree to disagree, haven't you?

SOME UPDATES

2005-12-17T01:49:00.000+08:00

It was fun tonight. A couple of us musical dudes performed christmas carols at the Rotary club. Dinner was fantastic and our audience were very amicable. It is a myth when they say that the rich are people of amour propre. A pity that Dee could not join us. Wink! And Suiyin commented that Taurus girls are the most horny breed. I can only wonder. Haha!

I wrote two songs this week and have yet been able to record them properly. After some playing around with the software, I discover that Cool Edit Pro is a much preferred tool as I compare it with sound forge. It supports multi-tracking sequencing and offers extremely foolproof functionalities. So aspiring musicians, all you need is a computer equipped with a sound card (but of course) and a microphone, and you're almost ready to kick off!

Points to Gene.

Oh and before I end this post, I need to address this seemingly chauvinistic issue about middle aged women who doll themselves up too much for their own good. To us men, simplicity can be alluring. Nakedness at its best, we call it. Mascaras, skin tonner, facial oil blotters, lip bum, hair wax, lip sticks are all invented for one primary reason. As much as they enrich a person's appearance, a spate of overdoing (maybe a kiasu factor here also) can backfire and turn a chio bu into a te bu. Just today, I was cursed with an encounter with an overdone auntie. As much as I hate to say this, it truly brought back memories of those late night chinese vampires dramas on television.

Maybe I shall just sum it up with a simple anology. An overcooked egg makes a chao ta egg.

IT'S YOU

2005-12-15T02:59:00.000+08:00

Yay! My song made it to the SOFT.COM.SG Radio Blog!

I'm uberly exhausted after editing the video for this sunday's publicity. Can't wait to show you guys.

And I received my daily bread devotional book from pastor today. I'm happy now that I can do proper daily devotion.

LIFE

2005-12-14T00:42:00.000+08:00

Perhaps I'm not so screwed after all.

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	6.5
Mind:	6.8
Body:	7.1
Spirit:	6.3
Friends/Family:	4.4
Love:	5.4
Finance:	4.8
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

Self explanatory progress chart.

I've been having pretty eccentric dreams lately. Some three days ago, I dreamt that I was playing warcraft 3 and just today, I dreamt about chicken rice. I need 3 wise men to interpret my dreams for me. How about Daniel?

The funny thing in life is that sometimes we want specific people to care for us and attend to our needs. And I guess that these specific people are those whom do really mean something to us. The ruthless irony about being a hman is that despite being cared for, by those whom are not in our list, we still feel lonely and distant. It's such a humane thing. And who exactly understands this? No one.

I guess I'm thinking too much for my own good. I thought of shutting down the blog. Then maybe I can relieve myself from all that mental reflections and subscribe to a state of ignorance and oblivion. Maybe I'll be happy that way.

Maybe Jiemin did the right thing.

GOTCHA DOCTOR

2005-12-13T20:27:00.000+08:00

I've found a cracked version of Spyware Doctor. Ha!

SPYWARES & AHEM

2005-12-12T23:29:00.000+08:00

Spyware doctor is becoming such a jacka**. They used to offer a free version but now you need to pay for using the software. As Internet Explorer is so bloody susceptible to spyware and all sorts of malicious nonsense, you seriously do need to equip yourself with anti-spyware/virus programs. And such utilities actually suck up part of your system resources and eventually slow down your computer. That is the whole inconvenience with a Windows platform.

I guess it really does make sense to switch to a Mac sometimes. Firstly, you need not worry about the common virus problems and the risk of losing your data. You also need not spend a single cent on anti-spyware/virus programs, based on what Mac-zealot Claudia claimed. Above all, Mac bestows a sleaky feel with its stylish interface. But then again, the cost is something that requires serious consideration. Imagine paying 80 bucks for just a mouse. A FRIKKIN MOUSE! I can buy a new DVD writer with that sum of money. Having said all these, I shall stick to Windows and use my pirated softwares till I've earned enough to go Mac.

Also currently installing Windows Service Pack 2, I thought that this update from Microsoft might be essential from saving my computer from breaking into a horrific state of sluggishness and porn pop-ups spree. Those hacking bastards. When it comes to computers and the internet, we boys have this joke in common. Imagine one day while you're secretly surfing ahem, and your parents abruptly pop into your room. Out of desperation, you perform an ALT + F4 command to shut down whatever you're viewing. But bad luck causes your screen to freeze in motion. Shit! And you realise that your speakers are somewhat also moaning in pleasure. Double Shit!

What will you do then? One of my friend actually taught this: that when such an adversity occurs, you must quickly kick your computer as hard as you can and pray that it restarts by itself. It's quite a stupid thing to do and I'm skeptical that it will even work. But to save yourselves from embarrassment, you might have to resort to desperate measures in grave situations like these. So much for now.

BLOGS & LOVE

2005-12-11T23:20:00.000+08:00

I can't help but agree with one reviewer whom reported that the internet has became a premise which tells alot about people. Having said that, should I even astound you by adding that this, also includes ordinary folks like you and myself? A blog, for example can reveal alot of information such as a person's name, age, working profession, daily experiences and recreational habits just to name a couple. And compiling such data can form databases which can be mined for profit making activites such as e-business or pardon me but god forbids - assassination purposes.

Are you revealing too much about yourself today?

Anyway, I'm going to address a familiar issue today - money. I've got two buddies who tend to equate money to love. (heh you know who you are!)

Dude1's hypothese: You need money to have a girlfriend lah. Go out also need to spend money right? Watch movie you think free issit? Huh, bus fetch you for free ah! Need money to maintain la!

Dude2's hypothese: You need money to get married lah! Weddings need to buy this and buy that. Buy wedding ring cost so much money somemore. Maybe I should save cost by buying a perlini silver ring, put inside the tiffany & co plastic bag and then pass it off as my wedding ring to my fiance. She's not ring expert, she surely won't know it's fake one lah!

First and foremost (heh, I sound like Aunt Agony here, hehe), we should never associate girls with money despite the fact that some girls, commonly known as leechers are all out for the material gain only . But that's just the minority I think cus thus far, I have yet to come across any. Heh. Yes! You definitely need money to pay for your transport and cover food expenses. But you do not need money to have a girlfriend. Most girls don't fancy you because you have alot of money. As studies have proven that girls are the more emotional type of creatures, we can safely deduce that girls in general are seeking for provisions such as security and intimacy in the form of physical embrace, companionship, conversations and care and concern. The only truth about Dude's 2 hypothese is this - you definitely need money to register for your marriage at R.O.M. Apart from that, the wedding should be a separate issue altogether. In addition, I think Dude's 2 ring trick might work if you're running on a tight budget. Sometimes desperate situtions call for desperate measures. I'm sure a good fiance will understand.

OMG, being that chauvinist, I can't believe what I've just written. As a matter of fact, I'm not exactly chauvinistic contrary to what Jazlyn infers. Heh. Maybe sometimes. And I just can't help it at all.

Anyway, yesterday was interesting. I volunteered with REACH to put it a performance at a R.C party at some high class basketball court in Bishan. I did two number - more than words and love me. And thankfully, the songs were well received by a crowd of UNCLES and AUNTIES. Oh my tian ah. If only there were some babes there. I almost felt like I was singing at the 7th month gei tai. Heh. The only difference is that this time, I'm entertaining living human beings and not hao peng you from the celestial realm. Hmm.. Maybe I should try to sing freelance for gei tai and earn some quick buck with my guitar. Do you think hao peng you prefers Westlife or Chen Lei? Okay, I'm crapping again.

But seriously, the organizers should pay more attention to merely chinese and hokkien songs during the 7th month. There're bound to be hao peng you who prefers r&b styles like Usher's YEAH and punk-pop-shit such as ALL THE SMALL THINGS by Blink 182. I'm sure all those ang moh speaking hao peng you will feel damn left out. Poor them.

And yes, here are a few cmi shots taken.

DEE

2005-12-10T00:53:00.000+08:00

She's such a wonder (:

FALLING IN LOVE

2005-12-09T16:28:00.000+08:00

It's funny how sometimes you can subconsciously fall for someone who seems to fall short of what you would have taken as an ideal partner. It's like a man who goes, My babe must be this tall and this slim, who possesses this much amount of academic qualification and must look not too far apart from Jessica Alba, but ends up falling head over heels with a stranger. So close yet so far. The person whom can brighten up his darkest skies and melt a fleet of metal.

Blame it on the fatuous heart.

Anyway, here's what we've taken last sunday. Ha. Truly bad rendition of All About You.

AN HONEST POST

2005-12-07T23:41:00.000+08:00

I just had a hair cut 2 days ago and I'm trying to adapt to my new appearance. They call it the new look - that goody-two-shoe look, which personally, ahem is pretty distasteful. I still prefer my messy hair image, despite being repeatedly told that it makes me look flirty, like a playboy, hua hua, or whatever you call it. Notwithstanding my emotional susceptibity, I'm certain that I'm far from what you would typecast a cassanova. Heh.

I mean, come on!

Bible study was fruitful this evening. The passage was on Mark 11: 11- 19 which talks about Jesus overthrowing the tables of those whom were trading in the temple and calling them a den of thieves. Let me explain concisely for easy digestion.

If we're to apply this passage to modern day context, it speaks volumes about religious marketing and consumerism in Singapore. We're talking about christian organizations that hitch on the name of religion or God to make money or for personal benefits and self gratification. People who see church as a premise for transaction and business revenues. The problem nevertheless is that these organizations are skiing on thin line, which makes half truth seems full truth. Particularly towards prosperity gospel, extravagant but not-quite-reverencing worship.

Ahh.. yes, God is Santa Claus in disguise. Continue believing.

We had steam boat after BS. Pastor had to learn how to wash the live crabs. Ha. It was fun yet crazy. And the live prawns were ubberly crunchy! I love torturing them by hurling them into the boiling soup! Yum!

MORE SPACE PLEASE

2005-12-07T16:10:00.000+08:00

Almost gone were my CD-R days. There was a time when these 700MB discs were reknown for their big storage space. I swell with pride as I recall the day I was different from everyone else who used 1.44MB floppy diskettes for the class presentation. Then, I was probably seen as that ever tech-savvy kevin who knew what a foolproof compact disc writtable was.

The rest were just too dumb beyond comprehension. Ouch.

Anyway, times have changed. So have computer and people. But one thing remains the same - more is better and the average is never good enough.

I keep a collection of 50 CD-Rs which I rarely touch. Besides using them for burning songs (which I hardly do in the first place thanks to the invention of MP3 players), they can nevertheless be helpful when it comes to transferring data less than 700MB to another computer. But what happens if you have data than exceeds 700MB?

DVD-R becomes the remedy. Each disc holds 4.5GB of data and typically cost less than a dollar. But still, they are becoming a little too meager for my liking. What is something portable, compact, yet offers a much bigger storage capacity. Blu-Ray might be the new toy I'm looking for.

This pancake, developed by SONY and speculated to be used in the new Playstation 3 consoles may hopefully be released as backup media for consumer use. Blu-Ray discs offers a whopping 50GB storage capacity. Soon, you'll think of your 80GB harddisk as nothing.

SISTER GIRLS

2005-12-05T12:29:00.000+08:00

I've always wanted a sister. I thought girls make good company as much as they liberate the guys in the family from all that washing of socks and underwears. But my experience with my cousins this morning have proved otherwise. Maybe they're sweet, adorable and all, but they are nevertheless irritatants.

pooh and friends

their asses

reg & rac

BORING SATURDAY

2005-12-03T20:08:00.000+08:00

I don't know if one would consider this to be a bad thing. But I think I have this discomfort of staying indoors for a long time. Strangely, I realised my need to get my ass out of my house everyday. Even buying an ice-cream from the nearby 7-11 convenient store would alleviate that pain. And I've checked it anyway. It's called claustrophobia. Damn, I have frikkin claustrophobia! Okay, maybe not. Although claustrophobia describes a fear of enclosed space, it specifically defines the fear of not having an easy escape route in an event of an adversity. You can check out phobia list here. It's just crazy what your mind can do to you. I wish I have heterophobia cus in that way, it'll probably make me shun from feminism. Isn't that a wonderful thing for kevin?

I've gotten my long awaited Line 6 Spider 30 amplifier and it's a total kickass machine! I need a good drummer, bassist and if luck permits, a girl with fine tuned vocals. I want to jam! Anyway, I'm putting up a no-frills performance on the 11th of December for REACH. So if you guys are free and have nothing to do this saturday, you can come down to check us out. From what I understand, this will be some sorta resident party with the deputy prime minister as Guest Of Honour. So I think it's still going to be kickass event despite the audience consisting mainly of old grandmothers and little children.

Sometimes, I seriously really can't believe that I'm actually a volunteer.

GENE'S BIRTHDAY

2005-12-02T23:49:00.000+08:00

Wishing you a happy birthday Gene!

Now that you've grown one year older..
NO MORE W**KING DUDE!

I'm kidding! Heh.

this is gene acting ahem genish

gene's family + dog

gene & handsome guys (what's new?)

gene & girls

Anyway gene, your hair looks really ~~sucky~~ weird. But because today's your birthday, I'm just going to say that it looks really cool on you. Haha! And keep it real dude. Seeya tomorrow in church.

CRAZY WATERS

2005-12-02T22:55:00.000+08:00

We travelled 17KM today. No, we didn't use our legs; we merely used our hands. And in case you're wondering if we had crawled with bare palms, let me just dismiss that stupid speculation. We canoed from Kallang Sea Sports Club to East Coast Park and back. It's just crazy!

Now, my poor body is aching so very badly. My cheeks are badly burnt and my sexy ass is hurting like crap because of a frikkin blister that had to spawn out of all places! Seriously, WTF! And it's giving me problems when I try to sit down. My mind is still spinning probably due to the heat and the so called sea sick motion. And of course, my skin is soon ready to peel, like a juicy ripened melon ready to be devoured.

But we had fun nevertheless. I noticed firmer biceps. Ahem. And a healthier skin tone. Heh.

Throughout the course, we sailed cross the open sea and went past countless break waters and two giant shipyards. The aggressive water current poised a great challenge though. Lastly but not the least, we still thank God for the fine weather and the safe journey despite the many bloopers we faced.

CLASSICAL PIECES

2005-12-01T23:46:00.000+08:00

I've fished out the most accurate version of classical gas. I believe this classical piece was first played by some old dude called William Manson followed by Eric Clapton and Tommy Emmanuel. And soon enough, Vanessa Mae and other artistes performed their rendition on the violin and other instruments. Without further ado, here's the link!

The Real Classical Gas

Oh yes, if you're thinking of learning a song to impress your babe, may I suggest Romance De Armour instead.

Ha! Enjoy folks!

SOMEONE

2005-11-30T19:17:00.000+08:00

A special friend is one whom you could comfortably share all your troubles with. Someone who might pop into your mind everytime you're alone. Someone who becomes the last sweet thought in your head before you retreat into the night. Someone whom might feel so close yet strangely distant. Someone whose presence could ignite those adrenaline which cause you to stutter in bewilderment and thankfully, much amusement.

But what if this person sees you otherwise? Perhaps, an ordinary friend. What if this person lives a life that is alien and much foreign to you? What if this person speaks a tongue which you could not understand?

What if you've fallen for this person and not know what to do?

HAPPY FACES; SAD HEARTS

2005-11-29T18:32:00.000+08:00

I was reading by the pool when the 'No Smoking' sign caught my attention. Seriously, I was more astonished than indignant. But at the same time, I reminded myself that I ought to be eternally grateful if Singapore ever decides to ban smoking completely, which of course is unlikely to happen - due to practical reasons. Such as money and the survival of doctors who treat smoked patients. I wonder if such many rules and regulations are beneficial to inculcating vibrancy. Seems like the big guns have the last say in the end - for practical reasons again, they would gleefully reasoned.

Citing the casino incident, the government still decided to invest on the multi-million dollar recreational revenue despite the lack of consensus which is largely reflected in the newspaper forums. Social and moral issues were the more popular talk-abouts. But who cares anyway?

Soon, Sentosa will have to do something about their imminent tarnished image when gambling addicts uncles and aunties start making their way across the bridge. Then, we will have two groups of people. Commonly, the young and hippy in billabong shorts, sleeveless shirts and quiksilver slippers. And certainly, not forgetting your next door coffee shop uncles and aunties who gabbles loudly in all sorts of dialects. This is going to be so happening!

BBQ PHOTOS

2005-11-29T02:09:00.000+08:00

The photos are up! Click to enlarge image.

christmas drama rehearsal

the bbq scene starring weiliang & nics

javen posing.. sexy sia

daniel looking stunned!

junwei & kev

hui ru & kev

joshua

jo!

liyun & gene

daniel & kev

the guys

pure playground torture

truely violent people.. hehe

liyun & hui ru

ambiguously gay

need i say more?

princesses & egyptian slaves. camera man is the pharoh! :D

life of a lucky man (gene & ed are the bodyguards)

the bodyguards

lucky man strikes again!

junwei & sarah

kev & sarah

maybe daniel ain't so lucky afterall

Alternatively, you can download the entire set here! You'll need the password though :D

PHOTOS

2005-11-28T12:39:00.000+08:00

Hi all! I'll be posting the photos only tonight.

Hope this creates some suspense for everyone! Hoho!

MAID POWER

2005-11-27T12:25:00.000+08:00

My new maid broke my USB port. No wonder it explains all the crackling sounds when she was clearing up my desk. I'm trying hard not to be pissed.

Personally, I always thought that we can do without a foreign domestic helper. I mean, I am abled enough to mop the floor and clear the dishes. I even reasoned with my Mum that she could pay me maid fees for my labour. I know that sounds kinda wrong but yea.

I'm feeling glee yet distressed and I don't know why.

CRAZY LOVE

2005-11-26T22:59:00.000+08:00

It's crazy how I would wake up each morning reminding myself to love the person close to my heart. Shouldn't that be something natural, like a second nature to my soul? What's this crazy love all about?

Perhaps, the rough seas of ups and down have tainted my perception of love. The kind which can withstand all forms of humane trials and tribulations. The kind which is refined pure, sweet and filled with utmost content and joy that can never be robbed away. The kind of heartening tranquility whichby two people can sit in stillness and walk away afterwards feeling that they have had the best conversation.

Perhaps, it's just my empathy. The misguilded sensitivity that pierces into and shatters the inner being. And it calls for a correction. A backtrack, a reflection, a change of action and the humility to say no to humane comprehension. A decision to change the future. The decision to twist a person's life around and inflict wounds that were never meant to scar.

STUPID PC

2005-11-25T11:35:00.000+08:00

It's excruciatingly upsetting especially after typing a long post only to find your computer freezing abruptly. Okay, it just happened last night. The speakers gave a loud roar and the screen stood static for a moment before I realised what had happened. My stupid PC. I'm sure such catastrophe is less likely to occur if I'm only using a Mac. Someone please tell me that I'm right.

I'm dying to have a Mac. And I'm pondering if I should save up for an iBook or a less costly Line-6 Spider II 15 Marshall guitar amplifier. Christmas is approaching and it calls for a time of rejoicing and much self-indulging! Okay, maybe I'm wrong. In fact, Christmas exists for us to remember the birth of the Lord Jesus Christ. The funny thing is, Jesus wasn't technically conceived on the 25th of December. And unfortunately, no one really knows the exact date of his birth. It's quite a shame, isn't it?

I'm about to retype what I had lost last night. Bear with me.

First and foremost, I'm utmost distressed because my family maid had just returned home. Yes home - Indonesia. And she will not be coming back. Hence, from today onwards, I would have to be actively involved in household chores and domestic affairs. Such as drying underwears under the sun. And making my own bed. Packing my table. And washing the dishes. And cleaning the toilet! Personally, I see these as chicken feet but it might take a while for me to ignite my engine. Well, here comes my good pre-training for my NS days.

Okay, let me finish my story about my screwed up PC. [This part is the dry technical bit; skip it unless you're an I.T enthusiast. But carry on reading if you want to improve your knowledge and I.T skills *wink*] After restarting the computer, I was unable to enter my desktop. The screened showed Windows Is Loading .. And I presumed it never did finish loading cus the page never changed. So I entered into SAFE MODE and backuped my files, reformatted it and performed an Image of my C drive. Allow me to explain about this Image process and you might want to do the same next time. Imaging creates an exact duplica of your drive, such as your drive C. What I did was simple - I reinstalled Windows XP, put back all my essential softwares such as Microsoft Office, Adobe Photoshop CS, Nero Ultra edition, graphic and sound drivers and finally replicate the entire drive into a single file. This file is now known as the image file. I burn this image file into a DVD using the Acronis software. So in an event my computer goes bonkers again, all I need to do is to restore that image file which merely takes 5 minutes! And boy, that saves all whole lot of time and effort. Besides, the restoration includes all your device drivers and software! Isn't that amazing?!

Okay, enough of these raw and dry I.T stuff. We went to Labrador park to skate yesterday. And Sherry was as fun-loving, crappie and down-to-earth as always. My sassy neighbour. Apparently, it is said that the park is secretly linked to sentosa via a secret passageway. How interesting!

first sight of Labrador park

the joggers path

sherry looking hip ahem haha

some random couple.. artistic eh

the blanket of sea..

sorta like a jetty

far away..

the suave pose that killed the picture. yours truly

SOME DAY

2005-11-23T22:38:00.000+08:00

Dee was right. Warcraft has became my wife and it sorta explains my absence online lately as it features me as busy on my msn status. It's a complicated thing. Girls will never understand the secret chemistry between boys and their computer games whilst we will never ever get to comprehend the wooha with SK-II face masks, tampons and lip bums.

We're from mars. And you're from venus. It's a long story.

We went to watch Sky High today. The cartoon was light-hearted, hilarious and underlaid with a morale that spoke of true friendship and heroism. All cartoon movies apparently teach some kind of lesson. Speaking of media education. Typically, the good guys will always triumph over the bad. Or stuff like drugs kill little children. Or an overdose of ice-cream will cause errectile dysfunction. So cartoons generally are a source of good and clean fun for all ages. Minus the japanese hentais but of course.

It's amusing to know how some of my friends prefer hentais to the real stuff. Let's just say, we all have different taste huh. Haha!

Westlife has just released their album Face To Face not too long ago. And I must say that I am utterly disappointed over the mediocre album. Most of the tracks were covers of popular songs such as In This Life and You Raise Me Up. The originals are inferior compared to those found in their previous albums. Having been listening to their songs since secondary school, Westlife have sorta crafted my musical influences and singing style. Living in a pop world can be blissful. Simple chords, vocal harmony, catchy melody and fill-ins.

Oh another good news. Bitter Liberty might been meeting up again to do some music together. It's tentative for now as we shall await more news.

kevin goes to school .. hur hur so funny

MONDAY THOUGHTS

2005-11-21T23:47:00.000+08:00

" Life's tough; it's that simple. If you disagree, you simply have not live life long enough. "

I found the above on the cover of a christian book today. Some captions can be exceptionally stark yet provocative.

Sometimes, it feels as if I'm obligated to blog. It's such a weird compulsive feeling. I feel like a little journalist who pens my daily life to about 40 readers everyday. Nevertheless, my dream is to write (though I may not be that proficient yet) so it's never too late to start somewhere.

Firstly, I have completed my canoe one star course! Now, I'm can rent canoes at public beaches. How you envy me! Having said that, I have also decided to embark on the two star course with Ed and the rest of the participants this January. After which, I will be officially qualified to teach and hopefully earn a quick buck!

Some recent photos.

Ed is missing.

Let's put him back. Ha!

With Dee.

Celebrating Richard's birthday.

Setting Up.

As usual acting cute. Haha!

With yours truly!

With Wantian.

And to Cel: Really sorry that I have missed your performance at PS. Will think of something to make it up to you. Text me after you read this (:

THE PROMISE

2005-11-16T00:26:00.000+08:00

I'm not myself lately. I can't put them into words.

My mind has been in a whirl lately. Too afraid to talk about it here. Because that person might read about it. And that people will see me differently from the way they used to. What's that fear all about?

When is my next emotive chemotherapy?

I've decided to do my morning devotion by the pool tomorrow morning. I love that tranquility. That stillness which relaxes every tension in the mind. I also love the early sun rays and morning heat that hearten my spirit. That sense of security which affirms His love for me. Every break of dawn is a promise. One that has been faithfully kept by Him whom loved me.

Help me find myself.

PLAYWRIGHTING

2005-11-14T01:05:00.000+08:00

Just came back from Si Yin's playreading at UAN. August's arrangment was impressive! Behold, the power of Reason!

Lotsa thoughts in my mind today. Will break it down tomorrow after my brain rejuvenates. It's like a long chain of poh pia that needs to be sliced up. Took some shots during the rehearsal before the playreading.

siyin & handsome darius working on the scripts

hawk looking stern

with august playing at the background

ehh.. closer shot .. super high octave can!

and there was myself fooling around .. ahem. ahaha

SUNNY SATURDAY

2005-11-12T23:44:00.000+08:00

My body's aching - especially my waist and right shoulder. This morning, R.E.A.C.H and friends went to kayak at Mac-Ritchie reservoir. Thank God for the good weather and the two instructors whom were really amicable. Carrying the kayak by foot was tough beacause the frikkin boat is so damn heavy. And balancing it with the arms and shoulder was immensely challenging.

Hitting the water was fun. There was much difficulty trying to steer the boat straight as it perpetually went zig-zag. Back paddling was extra horrendous, considering the much embarrassing fact that I had made several abrupt 360 degrees turns. It was a flop. I had to reset my direction after each 5 or 6 strokes of maneuver. We're embarking on some capsizing stunts next week. Let's see if it turns out different. Ha!

Yesterday happened to be Ah Gong's and Dee's birthday.

forced to smile for my camera

HUMOUR

2005-11-10T16:52:00.000+08:00

I realised I have not written anything crappie for the past 48 hours and it's making me feel a little uncomfortable.

I love humour and everything that goes along with it. Humour breaks ice, cracks a secret smile and relaxes your spirit. It tickles your spine, and perks up the day which sorta reset your negative emotions - if any. But above all, witty humour allows you to channel your thoughts in an intelligent manner and gets you the babes. One book claimed that good humour is something that makes you chuckle for 5 seconds and keep you thinking for the next 5 minutes.

It all started out with Jim Carrey. Sad to say, Jim is responsible for the the person I am today - which isn't really such a bad thing after all. Oh well. After watching Ace Ventura, being the young and naive, I started to admire him. Mainly because I thought he was excruciatingly hilarious in his speech and actions. And that he was worth emulating.

Humour does wonders. Yeah right. It conned me.

Now, if you're to ask me to name my 3 most favourite actors, I would quote you infamous Adam Sandler, Ben Stiller and spastic Rob Schneider. The trick is this: you don't need to be good-looking to appear in multi-million dollar movies. All you need is a face of a human being, bundled with the most screwy personality and a closet of humour - whether laughable or not.

Lame guys. There are everywhere. And the whole motive and energy behind it is the existence of women. Because girls love funny guys, for an unspoken reason. Hence guys, out of their desperation, attempt to be funny in all ways that they can. However, when you combine humour with low intelligence, it often results in much rolling of eyes and edgy silence after a joke is told. That's when the lame part comes in. And believe it or not, some girls actually love lame guys! Just the minority nevertheless. Think about it, if there were no women in this world, humour would have lost its purpose and be of non-existence. Let me illustrate an example to break it down. To the guys: are you more likely to tell a joke to your beefy guy friends so as to gain some form of social acceptance or tickle a girl intellectually so that she may somewhat allow you to hold her hand subconciously? Hoho. The evil part comes in here.

No girls = technically equates to no Jim Carrey, no Saturday Night Live, no Chris Rock, no Jackass, no Phua Chu Kang. And just before you diss me as being crazy, imagine a bunch of guys cuddling as they embrace one another to singapore's new season of Gotcha.

Ermm. you got my point?

GRANDMA

2005-11-09T22:29:00.000+08:00

My heart bled when grandma meekly asked if I had had my dinner upon reaching her ward. I was anticipating good news about her recovery until when Aunt showed me the plastic tubes that had been channelled into her stomach yesterday, through her nose and esophagus. Though I could not feel that exact discomfort and pain, it must have surely hurt. A scan on her stomach revealed some clogging of her small intestine which might have attributed to the previous throwing up and dizzy spells. The doctors suspected that it could be a cyst. A 20 centimetres long one. But nothing has yet to be confirmed. Granda was evidently weak and struggling with her adversity. I could sense that hopelessness when she spoke. How I wish I could identify with her. How I wish she is a believer! Before I left the hospital, a doctor came to withdraw her blood. He explained that a surge of body temperature must be accompanied by a blood test so as to detect for any bacteria residing in the blood. Oh God, please save her.

I implore to you for your earnest prayers.

THE GOD IDEA

2005-11-09T00:37:00.000+08:00

I was watching True Exorcist on tv with my brother a while ago. True Exorcist was a documentary on - as the title suggests - true exorcism. And it was quite fascinating to watch the possessed being delivered as the priests recites bible verses and with the help of some holy water, ward away the adversary from the already dead-beaten body. There were also segments of interviews with catholic bishops and medical psychologists on their views of possession. One priest uttered, there are many evidence to substantiate the happenings that it would be silly to simply dispel it. Several stirring scenes on the The Exorcism of Emily Rose were also screened. Sorta reminded me of the classic Exorcist which caused me to almost pee on my pants.

After the show, my brother who was immensely petrified, bombarded me with a barrage of questions. Thankfully, the quick crash course on christianity and wicca became an opportunity for me to openly share about God. And in the midst of all, my faith was kinda strengthened. As royal priesthoods, we are bestowed with abundant power to overcome sin which we often view with much infeasibility. We have actually much more power than we think we do.

I guess, we just have to learn to try and keep trying.

CURRY PUFFFF

2005-11-07T22:53:00.000+08:00

I'm having a sore throat now. And I'm suspecting that it is caused by lao hong cigarettes. Surely, it has never encountered to you that those sticks actually carry some form of shelf life eh? Sadly, they don't last forever or for that matter - taste as good before when left in the open for a prolonged period of time. Anyway, I'm embarking on my quitting plan.

So tentatively, today is day 1.

I've set myself a 2 week goal to abstain from it. William even suggested nicotine patches. But dude, I'm not an addict who needs to resort to desperate measures like special plasters that inject evil stuff into the body. At least I have yet to consider myself to be. Well, in the past I merely used it as an anti-depressant. Gradually, it became a habit. What's the word here? Ahem .. *drum rolls* social smoker.

Kindly allow me to address some FAQs about smoking before you typecast us as evil bastards who pollute little childrens' lungs by the bus stop with our second hand smoke. Firstly, puffing away doesn't quite relieve stress, contrary to popular belief. Those morons lie to jutify their act. When you are in active or normal state, puffing dulls the mind. You'll get some kind of dizzy spells or temporal high that dissolves in time. Indirectly, it helps to procastinate a thought or frustration. However, when you're dead tired after a day's work, puffing can actually help to 'revive' your being a little. Somewhat like a minature electric shock. Nevertheless, either scenario harms the body. And it kills the throat and harms your precious sag that contains all your sperms. Imagine incompetent sperm that drown! Some updates about the new smoking intervention in Singapore. Apparently, the local health freaks have convinced the government to pass a bill to ban smoking in our tiny island. They have started with bus-stops, bus interchange and other ridiculous places such like pubs and godness who knows where!

Anyway, I have been challenged to cease all flaring activities by this February. Something to work at for the time being.

I'm listening to parachute band now. Somewhat like hillsongs without all that exaggerated hype. Working in LIFE has made me realised how powerful religious marketing can be. Thanks to Edmond who blessed me with a copy. Also thanks to Weiliang who blessed me with FREE lunch yesterday! Hehe! Thanks to William for his constant encouragement and for being a punch bag to release all my rantings. And to Dee, spanks! Have not forgotten ya. Hehe.

I've learnt a trick recently. It's not exactly a trick but more of a psychological thing. In a conversation, keep constant eye contact with the person you're speaking to. Doing so makes you seem confident. And if the person keeps looking away, chances are, you're dominating that conversation. In certain situations, you can even intimidate the person by doing so. But of course, do it naturally like as if you're bestowed with some kind of holy aura. It may sound stupid. But I'm so going to experiment with it this week. Ha!

FOOD FOR THOUGHTS

2005-11-06T00:26:00.000+08:00

I have this sudden craving for roasted duck rice now. This must be the second phase of puberty! Anyway, I think I should stop indulging on Cadbury and other junk food for the time being. It makes me feel extra sinful especially when my folks are going vegetarian. I'm still sticking to my omnivore diet. Can't live without steamed fish, chicken rice and char siew fun. Gee, I'm salivating! Are you?

ying hiding behind sticks

dee looking pretty heh

william (pedophile) & richard (pedophile killer) ooPs!

sanctuary in black and white

GRANDMA

2005-11-05T23:40:00.000+08:00

Grandma seemed to be doing better when I visited her in the afternoon. She was still running a slight fever but thankfully, she appeared more radiant than the day before. She fell asleep several times amidst our relatives chatting beside her bed. God will save her according to His will. When she recovers, I'll probably take her for regular exercises or something.

Sometimes drastic situations can be helpful to shake us from oblivion. Is there a possibility that we can transform our days to those mentioned in the book of Acts, which everyone sold their possession, lived in harmony and loved one another?

Help me be that channel of blessings.

BIGGER IS BETTER

2005-11-04T23:38:00.000+08:00

I bought Cadbury Roasted Nuts just now and Fruits and Nuts yesterday. I sense an imminent chocolate fever. What's happening to me? The Cho Cho Fever!

When I was younger, flavoured drinks, chocolates and lego toys were like treasures to me. I would perpetually crave for them each time commericals about them were screened on the television. Introducing Hot Wheels, speedy and furious! Get yours today! Batteries sold separately. Countless time, I end up crying or putting up some kind of stupid front in front of my parents in hopes of getting what I want. But soon enough, I grew up learning that crying could not necessarily buy my parent's sympathy. No means no, my folks would tell me. And they never quite explained why. In the shopping mall, my dad would grab me by the hand and say, Cry just cry somemore, I'll cane you when we get home. Gee, and alike most other kids at that time, I had my fair share of pretrifying experiences behind shut doors. The stick always did the trick somewhat. When I was in kindergarten, a candy floss could literally perk me up. And evening cartoons were the best screenings from SBC, which was termed TCS later and finally Mediacorp today. Who cared about sexy triumph brassiere commericials, Mazda RX8 or the drop-dead gorgeous sex kitten next door?

Things gradually made a turn as I entered my teenage phase, discovering how groovy it was to drive a BMW. To earn a 5 digit figure monthly income. To be clothed with calvin klein underwears. To date the hottest babe in college. To live in a private apartment by the bay. To possess a dozen credit cards with no limit. And some people, to utmost awe, yearn to have the biggest kuku bird among their peers. Is bigger always better?

Amusingly, my parents are recently embarking on some healthy diet which only grants consumption of fruits and vegetables. They have since became healthy living finantics after being brainwashed by a series of health talks. My folks were probably conned. And during my conversation with them just now, they suggested that I should also do the same! Oh my Cadbury chocolates! Don't leave me ..

Visited my grandma at NUH today. She didn't seem to be doing well and I'll be making time to intercede for her later in the night. It put me off after learning about my other distant relatives who attempted to seek answers from spiritual mediums. I believe in my God and I know that He will save her according to His will. I might pull some brothers along for visitation if her condition deteriorates. As I strolled along the aisle of the hospital, reminiscence of City Of Angels had me enveloped. I bet there must be tons of angels residing in places like the hospitals.

CHO CHO CHO

2005-11-01T01:16:00.000+08:00

I tasted euphoria as the piece of brown melted cadbury chocolate dissolved in my saliva and washed down into the throat. It was definitely a sensual outburst on my precious taste buds. I'm so tempted to take another bite but at the same time feeling too lazy to move an inch off the seat to the kitchen.

If one day God ever asks me to choose one thing to trade sex with, I'll probably say, chocolates God! Tsk. Only Cadbury!

This entry is going to be erratic (not errotic) and highly irrational due to the state of mind I'm in. I just realised that my day is going to be so jam-packed tomorrow. Packed like sardines. This is what I plan to do tentatively over the next 24 hours. Firstly, I'm going to visit my grandmother in NUH at 7AM which means I ought to have an early rest the night before. Obviously, this is gravely infeasible as I'm still on my computer now at 1.30AM. After the visit, I'm meeting some church pals for kayaking at Sentosa in the late afternoon. And after which, I have to chiong to Junction 8 to tend my bookstore. Lastly but certainly, some soft.com.sg people are sorta test-jaming with me in some remoted studio in Bugis. I think I need some kind of energy boosting viagra.

Maybe I'll just eat more cadbury chocolates to grant me strength.

If you can choose to have a super hero's ability, what would it be? For me, I would hope to fly. This might sound stupid but seriously, transport in Singapore is excessively costly for a highly motile pedestrians like myself. But that's not the point and I'm not a cheapskate! Flying gives you the liberty to be at any place at any time. If you've watched City Of Angels starring Nicholas Cage and Meg Ryan, you'll probably grasp what I meant. I know of some friends who wish to have the mystical powers to see through clothings. Beats me sometimes. Hehe.

Some days ago whilst browsing some posters at my shop, I came across one which featured a picture of an empty shoe. At the bottom, this was written: I sobbed when I did not have a shoe to wear until I found someone who had no feet. And this is really something which left me pondering over how fortunate and blessed we are sometimes, without realising it. Singaporeans love to complain. And this trait has long been integrated into our DNA. The technical medical term is foreknown as the complain king/queen (whichever applicable) chromosome. It's a highly dominant gene, appended to our 24th chromosome pair. It's also something like: I stopped receiving penis enlargement programme after learning about my castrated neighbour. Okay, that's lame. And nobody is laughing.

I hope to write a book someday. Maybe an autobiography about my boring life, frivolous relationships, juvenile scatterbrained experiences and other irrelevant things. If I'm going to start writing about my first 20 years of life, what should I put in it? Oops! I don't wish to just ramble about the countless escalating escapades with the opposite sex and struggles as a christian. Maybe I should embark on something big or noble so that I can have really interesting content for my book.

*pinky & the brain soundtrack plays*

Nah, I'm not going to conquer the world. The world's too big to control. And to think of some Indonesians who actually beheaded some 3 christian schooling teenagers is just abhorrent. Read the news today on Straits Times. I think I'll just go write a song about chocolates and sex. Pardon this irration-ness.

I'm tired. Yawn. My ranting is over. Thanks for listening. Nites.

SOME UPDATES

2005-10-31T01:21:00.000+08:00

I'm uberly thankful to my Dad who bought me the ultimate mosquito killer. It's some kind of lamp illuminating blue light which zaps anything flying into it with deadly electrical coils. Sounds scary huh? My room is terribly mosquito infested. Has anyone a tip to share? I don't wish to reside in a slum.

Some updates. I'm co-writing tunes for Dwayne Lau's musical with August. It's high time to explore genres beyond pop and sappy ballads and the script is exciting and mind-blowing. So do expect the music to also be flamboyant and LOUD! We're tentatively looking into jazz, cabaret and other alternative styles. Woohoo! Attended Stella Kon's playreading just now and her story twisted with a pleasant delight. Tim was erratic and Hawk was crappie.

Gmail seems to be running pretty slowly these days. Is google having some hardware revamp or something?

Oh, and to those whom I've mentioned about the upcoming demo cd, I humbly ask for your patience. It was supposed to recorded and ready by September. Supposedly. Ha! But I was lazy and August wasn't around for a period of time. Thus, that explains my hibernation. Anyway, I'm going to so start writing more songs this week. Seriously writing. Since my room is too stifling, maybe I shall pen beautiful melodies by the pool and gather utmost inspiration from the babes clad in bikinis. Heh. All I need is to get my stuff legally copyrighted by COMPASS to prevent any further theft and copyright infridgement cases. But seriously, it can be arduous and pretty cumbersome to steal someone's work in Singapore and get away without being exposed because our sunny little island is simply just too small.

Piracy kills creativity. Maybe I should start buying originals. If my songs ever become hits and published or commercialized, I really don't wish to see my stuff circulating freely amidst cyberspace. Well, as the saying goes, you can't have your cake and eat it. Yum yum.

AHEM

2005-10-28T00:08:00.000+08:00

I'm blogging at Eugene's place now cus I'm stranded after my last bus left before I could even reach the interchange. And a while ago, Dee asked me to hug him to sleep. Erkk! I'm immensely homophobic! *smacks*

Now guess what? Gene's playing Stairways to Heavenon the guitar. Just shut up!! Play something else. I have this implacable repulse towards morbid songs. Excessive minor chords are bad for the ears.

The Johari Window concept can be so evident sometimes. Many times we view ourselves so differently from the way other people look at us. I guess what's really important are moments of silence. Even a minute of retreat into the word and a short prayer can be helpful. I was watching the video about Paul (the pharisee) during work and realised how blinded we often are. I am always encouraged by martyrs, particularly with their courage and conviction that to die is for Christ.

GTALK

2005-10-26T23:04:00.000+08:00

Anyone uses Google Talk?

If yes, add me!

SEEING AIN'T BELIEVING

2005-10-26T00:51:00.000+08:00

Everyone is made different. And we probably exist for different purposes in life. And that is a good thing to know because we all differ from one another. And when we work together, we compliment each other. And that creates something called synergy, which can only be achieved through unity.

I'm starting to thank God for whatever that I am blessed with. And not sulk over what I lack. Lacking isn't always a sign of incompetence I realised. If you can't sing, that doesn't make you a lousy person. If you're fat and stout, that doesn't make you a less than complete person. I guess it's all about persepective. Cus it either makes you or kills you.

Give me new lenses.

SUCKY STRINGS

2005-10-25T13:57:00.000+08:00

I realised that what I put in my entries actually reveal alot about myself. And I'm seriously wondering if that's a dangerous thing to do. It's not paranoia. Precaution maybe?

Okay, that's being silly.

I just installed new strings on my acoustic guitar and discovered that Maestro strings suck. It makes my guitar cringe and the sound is far from what I would call, quality sound for a $9.50 pack. I'm shall revert to my $7.50 orange pack. Light, soft and easy on the fingers and of course the EARS!

I just have to emphasize that. It's much akin to buying a Levis jeans, only to find out that those sold in Queensway shopping centre actually fit better. Or, buying a piece of $10.90 Durex-Pro condom to find it leaking after sex. I'm sorry. I can't help citing graphic and crude illustrations.

And yes, Hi Sylvy and Tim! =)

HEFTY THOUGHTS

2005-10-24T01:00:00.000+08:00

So much to say; so little time.

If you're reading this right now Slyvy, drop me a message. Heh. Richard surprised me when he said that you frequent my entries. *smiles* And to brudder Eddie who risked his life just to steal a printer cable wire for me, a million thanks dude. Wait, you didn't steal. You merely took. Haha! And taking is .. umm.. not a crime!

This entry is going to be verrryy long because there is so much to talk about. There're over a 101 things in my head now and I'm thinking where to start. Okay, first things first. I've received my enlistment letter, so that's great news. I'm going to get botak soon and that's the bad news. Went out with Richard, Ed and Weiliang to Ikea today and it was cool being the most junior amongst the rest cus they were all like big brothers to me. It just happens subconsciously I guess. And it was enjoyable.

I got to meet up with 18 year old dude Timonthy yesterday at the Maxout magazine launch party at east coast park. He was referred by Dr Kenneth Lyen cus Tim is a singer song-writer himself. After some exchange, we both realised that a friend of his called Aaron had actually taken credit for a couple of songs I had written. The interesting part comes in when Aaron added that he personally composed and played while I did the vocals only. Ha! This is officially infridgement of copyright case 2. Speaking of which, I am flattered that people actually tried to claim credit for my work. Yes, it is disturbing but it reveals much positivity in my self-declared mediocre pieces. And thanks people for the encouragement in your tags.

Are these words too small?

On friday night, some of us went to check a gig at the Prince Of Wales. Satellite was really bad. However the bassist (whom was my ex-tutor!!) of the band was exceptionally impressive. The Pinholes soon took the stage and made it theirs. Also caught Grand West Boulevard performing yesterday at ECP. And attended Hawk's opera concert yesterday with Dee. *spanks*

satellite

pinholes

grand west boulevard

Did some shootings for Ed's Teen Dating video after service today. The shooting process was quite fun and totally filled with trash talking and jokes so funny, you'll pee in your pants. Will post some snippets after I transfer the video over. And Jazyln kept going, cannot! must study first and dating is not good at this age. Heh! Had the christmas drama audition this afternoon. We were once again on spastic mode. Think it's high time we shoot a short film or something. Ha!

WISHFUL

2005-10-23T04:06:00.000+08:00

It's 4AM. This is madness. Chances of me waking up on time tomorrow is extremely slim.

I feel a dent on my head. Like a little crater on the moon. My mind's in a whirl. Maybe I'm just too exhausted to sleep. Such paradox. The library book is soon to be overdued. And I have yet to flip a page. This is bad. What am I talking about?

I tried to figure out what she meant by Fix You. What was she trying to say?

When you love someone but it goes to waste?
When you lose something you can't replace?
When you get what you want but not what you need?

I don't understand how this could even matter so much to me. Maybe I'm just dreaming of the past. Dwelling on happy memories. Maybe I'm just cranky at this moment. Maybe I'm just tired and distressed. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Maybe I'm just telling the truth. I'm off to bed.

LOVE

2005-10-22T00:48:00.000+08:00

The blunders of love happens all the time. Like some kind of invisible force that cringes you to your knees. No wonder it is mentioned that love surpasses everything. And it such a mystery sometimes. But often an easy thing to understand. Know that love is not an entity. It is more than raging emotions or human impulses. More than just a feeling. More than just an action. Far greater than mere conformation. It's a mystery. Oh yes it is.

Love is also a funny thing. Because your heart chooses who it wants to love. Even to someone whom might not recipocrate, you still end up loving him or her. And then you often pause in silence and wonder why. And the funnier thing is: you don't know why.

It's a miracle that God actually loves sinners. Perhaps, that explains who God really is. Love.

ANOTHER RANDOM ENTRY

2005-10-20T22:10:00.000+08:00

I'm deciding on a new look. No, not on myself but the blog.

I dislike my new hair. It's distasteful and is making me look funny. Due to the imminent enlistment, I thought it was pointless visiting a quality hair saloon. So I got my hair trimmed at EC House for 10 bucks which is pretty affordable. Previously, Hollywood Secrets would cost me $35. And I had to hide the cost from my Mum. Oh and did I mention about the scary encounter I had with Hollywood Secrets? The hair dresser who attended to me shocked me with his hor fun business prior to cutting hair. And much to what I had expected, he made me a butch at the end of the session.

So that's the scary thing about visiting a hair-dresser, or a dentist, or a plastic surgeon or anyone who operates on you. You can sometimes feel that you're literally at their mercy. One wrong move can render you disfigured. Imagine having Michael Jackson's nose. Or an extra testicles. It just freaks me off. Imagine having no testicles! Gee!

MOTHERS

2005-10-20T21:40:00.000+08:00

I'm bored stiff. Tried to write a tune but it was mediocre so I gave up for the day. Maybe it's just the striffling environment I'm in. Bounded by the white sleek wall on the left and a Yamaha keyboard on my right. I even need to make some arrangments to fit in the guitar. And the flustering mosquito buzz adds to the exasperation. Like tossing oil in flame. Baygon doesn't seem to work either.

My table is in a mess and I have zero motivation to clear the clutter. I think I'll need to marry a Maria. To make things worse, Mum loves to store her junk at my area. I have paper cartons, stacks of cantonese laser discs, two televisions and large plastic containers filled with shopping paper bags. And they have been idling for the past few months whilst collecting dust.

Mum always hesitates to throw. She loves keeping everything and would store them at the most inconspicious areas of the house. Soon when all the available space is used up, my room has to take its toll. Because of that I bestowed her with the title - warehouse manager. Are all mothers like that?

JAMMED UP

2005-10-20T01:07:00.000+08:00

I'm listening to Ryan Adams and have no clue to why I'm indulging in country music at this wee hour of the night - 10 minutes past 1. And boy, I'm pretty much alive. Went out with the boys to sweat it out with the loud thumping this evening. And only Yellow sounded decent. Heh!

With Ryan, the bassist!

Very masculine William on the drums!

Shitty photo but yea ..

And not forgetting Weiliang for helping us with the snappings and backup vocals. We will surely do better next time with better preparation. Oh and I stumbled upon Maestro Concept shop today and was gleefully 'testing' out their acoustic guitars. Amongst the acoustics I've played with, Maestro guitars are one of the best I've encountered! Pretty value for money too for a local product. I highly recommend it if you are looking for an acoustic guitar.

And if you're wondering, no they did not pay me to advertise here.

I'm deciding on a guitar amp too. I'm pondering between Marshall or the Line6-Spider amp. Seems like I'm more inclined to get the Line6 cus of its inbuilt effects. Should I wait for christmas sale or purchase straight away. This is so tempting!

Very tempting!

RANDOMS

2005-10-18T22:06:00.000+08:00

To the girl (I guess) who commented on the entry - GIRLOLOGY with a crafty nice remixed, bravo! GIRLOLOGY was written rather untactfully and I apologize for relating such an impetuous screwy opinion. Mind the crazy spells.

Had a chance to catch the movie A Walk To Remember with Dee this afternoon. I remember watching this some 5 years back with Lisa. And she teared upon realising that Mandy Moore whom she played as Jamie contacted Leukemia and had to die after falling in love. Sappy movies always have to end like this - The girl either falls for the guy and dies shortly. Or the guy blissfully marries and contacts testicles cancer later. In fact, Lisa cried on almost every movie we saw. Even while watching Beauty & the Beast in the Omni-Theatre. Beats me, sometimes. I think girls are just more emotional, sentimental, susceptible, blah, whatever that word is.

I like provocative movies when they force you to think about your own life or other people's life - for that matter. Taking 40 Year Old Virgin for example, it exists to illustrate that keeping your virginity till marriage can be a good thing. You find love, you have sex, and that's bliss! Earlier during dinner, my friend asked me if I would be happy to stay a virgin or not. I told him my answer and he frowned whilst relating that most people would be happy to be known as un-virgins! We have names for them - the poked ones, the banged ones, the disflowered, the used, the whatever. However, there is a grey line drawn between being extremely horny but virgin-ful and being virgin-less. Being testosterone-driven does not equate to immorality. Though it may easier be conceived otherwise. My five cents worthed.

Snapped during fellowship.

Ahh.. that looked like Janan on the foreground. His poor iPod.

Ahem. Playing around in the Upper Room.

Eugene, the guitarist! Stop that Led Zeppelin song! Shut Upppp.. just shut up!

Dee.

Dee behind paper. Ha!

INSTANT PLEASURE

2005-10-17T22:50:00.000+08:00

I don't want somebody to love me
Just give me sex whenever I want it
'Cause all I ask for is instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure

You in the traffic for all eternity
How could that speed be where you want to be?
Said don't you really want instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure

Think that all these folks get laid?
Do it cause their pain is great?
What you thinkin' anyways?

If drinkin' coffee's your idea of really cool
You can't expect no crazy chick to notice you
Just sittin there dreamin' instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure

If you want someone a friend to be
Guess you'll have to win the lottery
But till then repeat after me

I don't want somebody to love me
Just give me sex whenever I want it
'Cause all I ask for is instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure

I don't want somebody to love me
I don't want somebody to love me...

Written by Seth Swirsky

HUSH

2005-10-17T20:50:00.000+08:00

I'm immensely irritated. From the shoutings of my mum to the pepertual yellings of my bed-riddened grandfather to the blazing of the radio. Can the world just shut down for a minute?

You know you are not a teen anymore when you realise that you can live alone without your family and all that sappy bullcrap of love and affection. Just shut up, dammit. I almost stormed out to light a cigaratte.

Just shut the fuck up.

THE VISTA EXPERIENCE

2005-10-16T22:57:00.000+08:00

I tested Windows Vista Beta 2 on my computer lately and I'm equally impressed and disappointed with its features and performance. Let me sum in up for easy digestion and not bore with you technical jargons lest you typecase me as geeky.

Plus points:
Graphics wise, one word - splendid! Most designs mimic those of Mac computers seemingly. File navigation is made more efficient. More styles of file presentation. Local search management revamped and improved. Ratings file attribute embedded. Total feel wise very much more stylish.

not-so Plus points:
Total size of installation is humongous - 2.5GB. DVD reader hence required. Laggy feel on my 2GHz computer with 512MB DDR memory. Certain Windows XP software applications incompatibility. Apparently inbuilt with music piracy protection. Installation process amounts to at least 45 minutes.

kevin's two cents worth:
Windows Vista will be released next years at its 3rd quarter. Stick to Windows XP unless you have at least 2.5GHz, 1GB of memory and a DVD reader. Vista is a rage machine and demands more than your average hardware.

See the screenshots here!

GIRLOLOGY

2005-10-16T00:39:00.000+08:00

This is my so very secular point of view. And to my crestfallen friend who was punkd' over a date never-to-happen, this is my solace and a humble piece of advice for you.

Girls are just girls no matter how bedazzling they might appear. They can be the sweetest creatures you'll ever stumble across this planet but hey - they're still girls. And girls are abhorrent heartbreakers sometimes. Well, infact most of the time. Ahem.

When a girl avoids you, she may be trying to test your patience. Remember that to a girl, love is like a game. A game to determine whether you're just another horny asscrack trying to steal some flesh or the one for her. Sometimes, she just wants you to crave her more - for some reasons that we guys will never comprehend. Girls and their sweet evil plans.

But when the avoidance prolongs, it may be a sign that she is uninterested in you. Quick and sometimes undecisive replies will follow through her series of indifference. And it often should be a clear signal for you to pause and tie your shoe-lace, and then head for a different direction.

There're over a million chicks in this world. Don't be too sad dude.

TONGUE WAR

2005-10-15T11:10:00.000+08:00

I felt insulted two days ago when this brother actually told me that he found me to be a really brainless person all along.

What a remark?! And no one ever tells me that!

At that very point in time when the words of a distant 'brother' in church actually pierced, I wanted to retaliate by retorting how dumb he was to enter the institution he was in. But something held me back from the unspoken backlash. And truly I'm glad that I did not screw him the other night with my tongue because scarcasm is my second language. I also thought that nursing on my impulse is stupid.

In the midst of our conversation, he added somewhere that, blogging is stupid!

And I replied that blogging not only helps to channel your thoughts, it also facilitates in the articulation of one' writing skills. Not implying that mine is such fantastic work anyway.

No wonder he is infamous for being the only guy who speaks with an accent in mediocre english. Woe! Boo! Shoo!

Pardon me for being such a wanker now. Tsk.

weiliang after savouring his fishhead noodles

william has a humongous adam's apple! So man-ly!

THE FRIDAY DATE

2005-10-15T00:57:00.000+08:00

40 Year Old Virgin was funny and mired with the pepertual use of the fuck word, kinky sex connotations and a humour that inevitably hitches along in conversations even after the show ended. This 2 hour long comedy is a must-watch for guys - exclusively for virgin males and women who deprived their man of sex. It's pretty obvious that it takes a guy to know about a guy. Because seriously, what do girls know about an errected dick you get early in the morning, only to realise your stream of cluttered pee on the toilet seat? And akin to most other sexually tainted love comedies, 40 Year Old Virgin ended off with a sappy kissing scene, prior to another which featured an all-crew dance. This movie had however failed to dispel the notion - which it intended - that being a virgin at 40 is not such a bad thing after all. Oh, and pardon me for being such a spoiler to announce that there was one scene which screened a women's titties which left many breathless and grasping for air.

Guys are guys. And sex is another. Oh well..

THEY IRK

2005-10-13T00:16:00.000+08:00

Very angsty. The mosquitos are still lurking after two unsuccessful attempts to erradicate them with Baygon. Seems like they are not giving up. Maybe I should use smoke machines, insect repellent coil or something tougher.

I've decided to look forward. It's silly wallowing and above all, it's very time consuming. Simply jams up your life over arduous emotions. And how productive can that be? I will still love Coldplay despite the reminiscence. If bad decisions are meant to form valuable lessons in life, then I must have been the darnest person on planet earth. I can't believe how I lived the first half of my 20th year. Even coining it reckless is an understatement. Maybe stupid.

Enjoyed ice-cream with Joyce today at the ice-cream parlor. And I conned her to treating me. I still prefer those yummies at Sweetstix and Sixth Eve. Okay, memories are rushing in again. Sigh.

I have decided to post this picture because Joyce looked super auntie here. Heh. But trust me when I say that she looks really awesome when she dresses up. Heh. I'm kiddin.

Closing time..

At the counter.

Life Bookshop!

William calls to order his favourite book!

He reads this before he goes to bed every night. Heh.

It's evident, isn't it people?

SKATING AND CRAZY KITE-FLYING

2005-10-12T01:21:00.000+08:00

Sunday madness. Sherry spoilt my kite!

sherry spoilt my kite by ripping off the mid-section!! humphh

looking spastic flying a kite.

sitting on ropes

with sherry & chad

speaking of centre of attraction. heh

ENILEC

2005-10-11T23:59:00.000+08:00

Each time Fix You resonates on my stereo, I can't help but think about the times I had spent with you. I wish I could hear you, even for a minute.

You have been on my mind after all these while. Should I even tell you this?

What if there was no light? Nothing wrong, nothing right. What if there was no time? And no reason or rhyme. What if you should decide. That you don't want me there by your side. That you don't want me there in your life. What if I got it wrong, and no poem or song. Could put right what I got wrong. Or make you feel I belong 'nd What if you should decide. That you don't want me there by your side. That you don't want me there in your life. Oooh, let's try. Let's take a breath jump over the side. Oooh, let's try How can you know it if you don't even try. Oooh, let's try.

SOME TUESDAY

2005-10-11T23:16:00.000+08:00

It's 20 minutes past eleven and I could still feel the bloat in my stomach. Oh yes - dinner was served an hour ago. Not served to be exact, but sought. William was nice and accompanied me at the shop till closing. Did closing procedures myself with some assistance. Seems that I'm a relatively fast learner. Yum!

Since last friday when I tried turning off a television at Takashimaya departmental store, there has been this whole new fascination with the turning off of public tvs. And trust me when I say that William is really excited, aroused, frenzied and ignited by vehement enthusiasm. So today, he borrowed my palm and attempted to push his luck with our neighbouring video store which had 3 tvs displaying at its entrance. William is so William. What can I say?

Was having guitar lessons with Lide just outside my place when we noticed 3 girls splashing and soaking some sun by the pool. Boy, we were distracted! Blame the testostrone, ladies. Really. What would it be like if God had missed out on injecting testostrone on man? Maybe, we'll now be bitching non-stop. Oops.

MONDAY

2005-10-10T23:53:00.000+08:00

Learning to use the cash register was tough initially but it became easier after a few successful attempts with Joleen by my side. When I was supposed to enter $29.40 on the credit card machine, I accidentally keyed in $2940 and my heart almost skipped a beat! Goodness gracious. And interesting, one couple actually came in and asked if we were selling Celine Dion records. Humph ..

Where were my machine guns?

Received a text message from a sister this morning who asked about my absence yesterday. It's nice to note that she still cares even when I pissed her off on so many ocassions. Oh, and when I asked, she replied that she was learning to ride a bicycle at the very moment. Heh. I thought riding a bicycle is an innate human ability. Hmm.. It's a girls' thing I reckon.

Went skating and kite-flying with Sherry and Chad yesterday evening. Shall post the photos online when Sherry decides to avail her precious time just to send me the photos! I hope this irks you Sherry! Grr.. And poor Chad lost his phone. Let's go kite flying again soon! Ha!

SUNDAY BLUES

2005-10-10T00:45:00.000+08:00

The mosquitos that have been trying very hard to sting my legs are not going to deter me from typing this entry. Though in my mind right now, I really feel like turning my computer off, jump into bed and invest in the deadliest pesticide later. The bible says that everything is made for a purpose. But sometimes I wonder, why the mosquitos, God? Why create them to suck our precious blood and leave us in flustering agitation?

Damn you two-winged!

Presently, I am looking for people to play music together before I receive the mandate to enter into SAF dungeon. Having been in the company with many NS friends, I have learnt that SAF stands for Serve And F-Off, while pride (as highborn as it may sound) is an acronym for People Relax, I Do Extra. Well, everyone's seemingly feedbacking on their miserable amy life. Nevertheless, I still want to be an officer! OCS! OCS! You guys just watch and see when I draw my first thousand from SAF! Ha!

I've posted in Guitar4Christ forum. If you are a musician yourself, please visit the link. I shall refrain from repeating. I hope to make some new contacts at Life Bookshop. Oh and tomorrow's my first day! So exciting! I shall attempt to act like an angel and be at my best behaviour. Ha!

I just discovered something about myself - quite unexpectedly. That I've this generally uneasy feeling when I'm alone in the presence of more than 2 girls. It's unexplainable and I have yet to figure out why. Some kind of girl-phobia I think. How queer.. It's the fear of being devoured by them or something. Too much of Journey To The West is truely bad for the mind.

After talking to a brother, I have this feeling that there are actually several people in church whom really care about me. People whom I have overlooked or whatever that word is. Compared to some months ago, I'm doing better now. Have resumed bible study, fellowship, service and all. But for one thing, I can't quite define or repair the whole phase of fluctuation. It probably needs time.

Disclaimer: I'm going to say something harsh here. But please, do not report me to the police and have me arrested or canned for relating a ghastly experience which occured today. Hence the opinion. Recently, there have been news over the prosecution of two morons who penned racist stuff on their blogs. And I'm about to do the same right now. Oh please.. don't call the police! I'm beggin you ..

Indians are fine people. Don't laugh! I have nothing against their skin colour or their exotic scent. Their behaviour can however be a quick put off when you're amidst a loutish Indian crowd. I was heading home in a bus with Joshua tonight after chilling out with the rest at RafflesCity. And there was this bunch of Indians, typically in their twenties who boarded the bus and sat on the upper deck. At least 10 of them, they stuffed themselves at the rear and chatted like they had a mouth for the first time. Innocent me was watching The Apprentice on TV-Mobile and was gradually immensely disturbed. You can imagine sweet English mixing with tongue-twisting Tamil. Soon, Indian music started to emanate from the back as some mad women laughed along with its 'groove'. As the crazy women laughters grew, some Blangah workers who sat at the front began to peep at the annoyance, possibly leering at the Indian ladies. I had to subvert my raging fury before I confessed to Joshua.

If I had a shotgun, I would turn back and shoot them until they die.

I alighted and thought to myself, a grenade would do fine too.

FRIDAY THOUGHTS

2005-10-08T01:27:00.000+08:00

Mood: Fluttering with agitation hence may sound angsty. Ahem..

It just felt stupid. I could have been in a different institution, known better course mates and perhaps be a totally different person myself. It's just shitty once again to recall about my decision to enter I.T. Not that it had been a bad thing. Let's just say, I deserved something better. And it's true.

William has been urging me to kao bei CMPB to hurry them over my enlistment. The slightest thought is scary yet exciting. Much alike riding on a rollercoaster blindfolded. The screwy thrill of anticipating a free fall but not know when. Well, I'll just wait for my letter to appear in my mailbox and meanwhile, gather some exposure as a store-keeper. How on earth do you use the cash register, credit card transaction and all that load of bullcrap?

I could have been different.

It funny how men are always looking at the other side of things. The grass is always greener on the otherside. That, surely did not spawn out of nothing. I never loved programming. It can be fun sometimes only. On the other hand, I wanted to do films, music, writings, reviews and everything that has to do with a bored person seeking for a remedy. Writing a java applet isn't going to help I reckon? Gee, what have I gotten myself into?

The advice was concise. Get the I.T cert first then major in multimedia. I wished I had been stubborn and nursed to my self-gratification. I should have disobeyed, said no, made my stand, screwed the brainwashing and fatuously - yes - indulged in whatever I wanted then. But again, noble dreams and goals can sometimes be nothing more than worthless pieces of scrap - transiently. You might be studying medicine or law abroad and die on the way back home somewhat. God knows how! Woot! Some kind of solace this is!

I love the Family Way. And Tony Parsons has taken over Chris Martin as idol to me. Like what I tell most people, if there's going to be a touring band that is worth my 100 bucks for a ticket, it's going to be Coldplay. Hmm.. now I think I would rather go on a 1 on 1 data with Tony and be accused of being homo later. Nah, I'm kidding. I can't stand gays - really. So if you're gay, please (if you enjoy my friendship) hide your painful truth. I do not discriminate - don't get me wrong - but I have enough reasons at large to assure myself from contact with the special ones. The extraordinary bunch or the interesting ones - if I should regard. Please, don't hack my website for this. I don't go around destroying yours.

The family way is about 3 sisters getting pregnant. Fancy a stud reading on babies and human-making! What does he know about labour pains, fluctuating mood swings, erratic cramps and MWB or Mad Women Behaviour. Franky, I'm only familiar with the last one even without having a sister. It's evident in TV shows, wet markets and even in brassiere stores fitted with a flashy sign that screeches of a 70% sale. All cups and sizes; only humans please. And in the midst of conceiving or dying to conceive, several happenings occur and they learn to resolve them. It's an awesome book thus, I shall place it on my highly recommended list should you ever need something feminine to kill your time.

I'm trying to be funny but I know it's not working. So if you find my entry humorous in certain areas, there goes to show one thing - you are a non-intellect. Meaning? You probably have average IQ and derive pleasure in the shoddier things in lives. Congrats and welcome to the mainstream.

As I have warned William, I'm going to make this public knowledge on the things that I've been hearing from him and Weiliang. I'm sorry Weiliang you are not spared. But I know you only contribute the ideas. Hehe. Allow me to summarize this for easy digestion.

William's Myth number 1: Need alot of money to get married.

Truth is, you do not need money to get married. How can marriage, the divine expression of love be constrained to the size of your wallet. Beggers don't remain single forever do they? Hmm.. actually they do. Haha! The fact is that you do not need money to marry but you definitely need money to hold a wedding! Well, unless and of course you opt to do without one. And it's not going to like kill you really. It just looks bad on you that's all.

William's ingenious resolution to a budget wedding: Hold the wedding at a basket ball court and serve only chicken rice to the guest. Malay style with a twist.

Gee. That's brilliant! Also, you should limit your guest to only one serving per head. And make sure every family gives a red packet before they enter. Make it mandatory.

Kevin's evil wedding ring plan: Buy and swap and hushhh !

This method has been discussed, practised and unfortunately learnt about by many women due to man's inability to use their brains. In order to suceed, discretness is the key. First, get a Tiffany & Co. paper bag or ring holder. Next, buy a Perlini silver ring. Ermm.. you should know what's step 3.

Weiliang's further recommendation: Anything will do la!

He suggests getting any ring (even plastic ones) from any tee-kam machine. The kind of kiddo machines which you drop a 50 cent penny, turn some knobs and wait for your reward in a ball-like casing. Well, if the love is unconditional between the two, any ring that fits into a finger should do.

That's all for now. Comments are welcomed.

YAY!

2005-10-06T18:36:00.001+08:00

I'm hired. God's awesome! Okay, now you know who to look for if you need a 30% discount on all books, CDs, chains, bible and christian items. I'm indispensable; I'm awesome too! *on reminiscence of that Ashton Kutcher punkd' video* Having heard that William, the interviewer favours toot-looking people for an unspoken reason, I decided to dress nerdy. A pair of sneakers, jeans, no-wax, no messy hair but toot hair and donned with a U2 smart casual shirt, I entered Life Bookshop with my fingers crossed. After answering a series of weird questions alongside some half truths (such as ermm.. yes sir, I'm definitely a no-nonsense person), I strolled out of the bookshop with a secret smile. Infact, I was trying to hard to contain it. Ha!

TECHNICIAN STRIKES AGAIN

2005-10-04T23:27:00.000+08:00

Just came back from Chad's place after fixing his computer. Helped him to retrieve some of his deleted ~~porn~~ photos after he reformatted his hard disk by accident. Gee, I'm indispensable! Chatted with Chad's mum over dinner while she savoured her wantan mee while I ruthlessly helped myself to the platter of honey dew. Auntie whom I usually address, is quite an interesting women. Okay, mother. Chad's mum. We skied on topics like studies, future careers, and teenage related stuff. Boy, it was a lonnggg conversation. I remember while having breakfast with Greg and his parents sometime back, Greg had to highlight to his folks about the mystical maroon markings on my neck. Ermm.. auntie, they are just ehh.. mosquito bites. Really! Then I blushed as I clenched my fist. Of all things .. I rumbled.

SYNERGY

2005-10-04T13:11:00.000+08:00

Great news! Life Bookshop callled me. And Jamie scheduled an interview for me in the afternoon tomorrow! Hallelujah! Haha. Why am I being so over-excited?! Anyway I received news from my ex-colleague that Meiling misses our presence. Aww.. It's alright, if you're reading this meiling, we're right there with you in our spirits! Hoho! And how's the korean biscuit doing? Heh.

STILL

2005-10-03T02:08:00.000+08:00

Along the way home tonight, I was thinking about the people whom I was once really close with but are now strangers to me. I counted and stopped at 4. 4 people whom entered my life this year, made a difference, brought me great laughters and then left me with piles of emotional mopes. I'm anticipating the 5th, though this time, I will decide. Is there something I need to change? Also, I've been thinking of Celine alot recently. Among all, she probably understood me better.

I guess I shall just hush for now.

Church today was awesome. At least, my spirit was with me. Lunch was actually enjoyable when we sat on two combined tables to rant and talk about the darnest things on earth - the army. Pastor Jeoffrey's presence was encouraging. In fact, I loved the fellowship, the togetherness and the wholesomeness if such a word exists. Maybe it's just the company. But thank God nevertheless. I hope things are falling into places. Well, they always do before another gust of wind sweeps me off my feet. I guess I can only learn to be still when it happens.

SUNDAY RANDOMS

2005-10-03T00:16:00.000+08:00

Apparently, the photo which features two ACS boys passionately kissing has created some attention amongst some people. If you're wondering, I got that photo via Google Image. I entered gay or something similar and that should help clarify considerably. Just to digress, hearsay has spoken of gay ACS I boys residing in their school hostels. Has anyone a take on this? I know it's a rumour. But surely something, however minute it may be, has sparked it off somehow. Okay, ignore me. Ha!

Speaking about gays again (not finger-pointing at those boys previously mentioned), the gay guy whom I had to block off MSN due to his imprudence has once again, invited me to his concert which he will be starring as conductor at Victoria Concert Hall. I don't mean to sound disrespectful lest he visits my site. But dude, straight guys and crooked guys just don't click! You must forgive me for citing this after those series of trying-to-turn-me-gay attempts which cripple me, leaving me totally apprehensive over such issues! Let's just say, I'm afraid of persisting gays whom are to label me as cute. No doubt I am heh - And I can take that compliment from girls but no, not from a crooked guy! Enough said. Gee.

Anyway, brothers and sisters it'll be awesome and much appreciated if you can kindly include me in your prayers. Hopefully, with muccccch grace, I will find myself employed by Life Bookshop in the next 2 or 3 weeks. The Youth guys went to visit William today at his Funan's branch and I fell for the really cozy environment there. Ha. We also took some lame shots. As for William, we all know that he likes to appear kuku in pictures, so here's it!

handsome weiliang & kuku william

heh. in charge of the counter eh

LA LA LA

2005-10-02T00:31:00.000+08:00

Found the inspiration to compose a new christian song this afternoon. Written a pair of verses, pre-chorus and a chorus with relatively unrefined content. I can't wait to perfect it with all the leads, fill-ins, percussion and vocal harmony! So exciting!

Most people tend to comment that my songs are generally short in duration. Ocassionally mirred with bad diction I supposed. Well, reason being - I can be really lazy and start babbling through my lines after countless repeats and bad takes. Ha! Ken used to point out to me that my compositions are always lacking of a bridge. Michelle thinks I can really do pop. Junwei loves my sappy songs and I receive quite positive feedback from the general public! This is soooo weird! Cus personally and most modestly, I only think that I merely performed a mediocre job. Nevertheless, I shall maximize my humble music proficency to do something for God. Enough of those I love you baby songs. I'm too old for it!

Woohoo!

SLEEPY DAY

2005-10-01T09:54:00.000+08:00

Joyce asks me out at the weirdest time of the day. Breakfast at 8.30. Gee that's not a good time to wake me up on a saturday morning. Especially after some screwy dream I had. And Jessie was cheekily stealing my cap while teasing over prata. It's interesting to be in the midst of girls. Infact, they are not what they appear to be. Haha! And I was right - girls are evil. With exceptions of course; but not many.

And the Post Internship Dinner Photos!

PHEW

2005-09-29T22:30:00.000+08:00

I know this sounds out of this world. But yes - we did something crazy again. Met Sherry in morning to skate. The plan was to skate to West Coast Park and fly a kite. But Sherry insisted on skating to Labrador Park, which was bonkers. I tagged along after being compelled to give in to a girl. PS: I have a innate soft spot towards girl. Ha! But things made a turn when the terrains became too horrendous for any further movement. After much assertion and a lame scissors paper stone game (which I won), we decided to go a different direction.

Before anything, allow me to explain my predicament. The biggest problem with skating lies in the halting which can be quite a backbreaking task for a non-proficient. Typically you need some distance to stall. And you can really lose balance when you do it too abruptly. So slopes can be a killer sometimes. And the danger of roaming cars adds to my paranoia. Speaking which of kinetic and potential energy. it truly reminds me of my secondary school physics days. Gee, I'm not young anymore. Like always, I would remind Sherry that my life never fails to be in constant peril when I'm skating with her. She's one hell of a daredevil I swear.

Our next course impetuously brought us to somewhere ermm pretty much unimaginable. Kent Ridge Park! We skated up some great flights and finally reached the submit. No shit!

Check the madness here!

LOST IN TRANSITION

2005-09-28T22:04:00.000+08:00

I hate that feeling. What do you call it? The post-transition feeling. Internship ended today and I'm experiencing the ghastly blues. My supervisor passed me - by God's grace. Hallelujah! And I'm speculating an upper B. At least, I had fulfilled my allegiance to the firm. Also, I'm gleeful that I had learnt quite a big deal. Such as the mystical art of changing a Brother typewritter's ink catridge. And if you're wondering, Brother is a brand. And Brother's typewritter sucks cus it ocassionally jams up when I tried using the correction function. Fumingly irritating! In Addition, I enjoyed shredding papers. It seemed like a new office toy. Okay, pardon my ignorance. But have you even used a paper shredder dammit!

Since I'm free tomorrow, I'm going to skate in the morning with Sherry. It truly beats sitting at home surfing irrelevant sites on my computer. Still anticipating to receive my enlistment letter which never seem to come. I can't wait to shave my head bald and carry a rifle. Sometime ago, I was contemplating whether to enter the MDC - Music Drama Company. As the name suggests, MDC is a company in the army which teaches dancing, singing and acting. And you get to do away with all the physical trainings and all that yelling and torture from your sergeant. But as from what I learnt, many gays or the broken wrists are residing in MDC, waiting to devour on a drop-dread gorgeous dude like myself. And speaking of gays, I'm trying to accept the fact that some of my friends in FFBW are authetically homosexual. No shit!

Let's talk about my gay friends. Besides the guy who persistently tried dating me out for dinner (of course I've rejected him and blocked him off msn), I discovered that several of my closer friends in the musical are gays RECENTLY only. And the interesting thing to note is that they all appear like normal people prior to my realization. In our conservative environment whichby homosexuality is reputed a likely taboo, it can be difficult - if not uncomfortable - to befriend a homosexual friend of the same gender. Will he hit on me? Will he attack me? Will he drug my coke and rape me like a beast while I'm sleeping? I used to be really petrified but after knowing them, it sorta refined that tarnished image. According to my gay friend whom was previously married to a lady, he urged me not to associate gay with sex. When you think gay, think relationship and not just sex and dirty cum stains. Heh. I added the last part in. And according to H, he is currently seeing a boyfriend. And to me, H is an awesome friend because of his hospitality and all that stupid humour and lame jokes that we use to rant about.

how's that for a start?

Pretty ironically, H is a christian and believes that he is the way he is. He isn't shameful about his condition and that is worth respecting. Some 6 months back, I remember telling my Mum that I was in the midst of turning gay. And she retorted that she would bring me to see a psychiatrist if it ever happened. I guess there is now no need for her to spend that kind of money.

But please. I'm not a cassanova though.

SUNDAY JUICE

2005-09-25T22:00:00.000+08:00

Trust me when I say that I'm dirt-poor. I could have been 300 bucks richer if I had not bought my Zire. Today, Weiliang was kind enough to treat me to dinner. Read his blog. He has really interesting entries. Heh!

I received alot of page hits today. Seems like everyone's perturbed with what I had written. It wasn't meant to be provocative. If it ever should, you can go do your own reflection and blast me on my comments section all you want. Gee.

Went skating with Sherry this afternoon and as usual, travelled from home to West Coast Park on 4 wheels beneath our feets. I had improved! Halfway, we tried to play a game. We will pick a person of the opposite gender for each other and we're to ask for that person's number. Ha! It's frikkin lame but boy I have not done that before! Stay tune for more updates. Shall keep this whole episode in suspense first.

PLASTIC LIFE

2005-09-24T22:47:00.000+08:00

Chanced upon Claudia's blog to see Carol's farewell dinner and many sappy airport scenes. It's nice to note that they were well-taken photographs with smiles and all. And somewhat I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment. My face no longer appears in group photos but that's okay. Guess I'm just not cut out to be like the mainstream. Please, they are not sentiments of envy. No where close.

We are all living in plastic. But that's not a bad thing after all. At least, you don't pin any hopes or expectations on others. So technically, you do not feel any form of disappointment at any point in time. And the transient motion resumes at its comfortable pace. You live for every moment. Not anticipating what tomorrow has is store. Then when you die, you fade like a vapour which vanishes into air. And the inscription on your tomb marks an insignificant fraction of eternity. How does that sound?

Was compiling all the photographs that I have taken since 2001. Came upon some photos which really moved me - at the same time shattering every ground. I know we can never turn back the hands of time. But neither can we, in the near future, become like before. I wish I am wrong.

this was tacs 3 - guess what? everyone left except the person who took the picture. is he silly to still remain in an empty cold shell?

while celebrating jessica's bday ..

tacs 3 after bible study

there was joy and we were happy. is there any joy left? perhaps yes, but i can't feel it. seems to me more like human effort induced joy.

this was also the secured, assertive and confident claudia.

this was the TIPS that was vibrant, so full of passion - at least that's what people told me.

a picture paints a thousand words. the zeal and joy in everyone's eyes was undeniable..

this was part of the first generation tipsians - 3 left.

my group at camp christine - 5 left.

I am unwaivered admidst gossips and people's judgements. Am I even justifying my temperament, my empathy, my indifference? Maybe.

SOME KIND OF TRUTH

2005-09-24T20:15:00.000+08:00

My head is spinning. I must have had it during the long nap which spanned over the afternoon. I thought of heading to fellowship in the afternoon because Weiliang said he would be there. Erm.. never mind. Gee, my head is still spinning.

I have this paranoia that life is likely to end before I hit 30. Sounds like a really silly schizophrenia. Do people who perpetually experience head aches die from some kind of brain bubble?

Home without Mum seems weird. Not uncomfortable entirely, but weird. It feels like a computer without a speaker. Or a car without its windshield. I wish I'm on a holiday too. How about relaxing on a Cruise? Or backpacking to Mexico. They have exotic pyramids there. In the past I aspired to become an archaoelogist. Even wanted to try being a grass cutter for some absurb reason. Oh and some years back, I planned to migrate to work in a vineyard. As I've always reiterated, boys are stupid when they're young. It's probably a chemical imbalance or something. Or the likely possibility of the RAGING manifestation of testosterone. Woohoo! PS: Not to be messed with!

Went out with Weiliang and William last night for dinner. Realised there was a tantalising spectrum of eye candies at Holland Village - Burger King. We must go there again! Hoho! Went to the Coffee Club later on for a sneak. Remember, don't order Seafood Lasagne. Tasted like crap. Took some random shots and did a little editing. Hoho!

SOME TIME IN OUR LIVES

2005-09-22T21:48:00.000+08:00

On the 30th, a charpter will close. I will be waking up at 10AM and feeling lost whilst not knowing what to do. I know I will miss everyone - including Alex whom irritates me most in the office. This is too mushy for me. *wails loudly* Seriously, I'm anticipating the withdrawal symptoms. I do not know for Kenneth. The whole routine of waking up at 8, taking a shower and hitching a ride from my Dad has been embedded in my firmware. I'm not ready to leave ADRC - not yet. Please don't flash my ROM. No...

So many things to say. So little time. Mum flew to Bangkok this morning at 5AM. Which clever arse plans the schedule? Who on earth wakes up so early just to board a plane. *Ahem* My mum. Anyway, I've been interceding for her since early this morning. God please grant her journey mercy. Punish me if you want but leave her alone. Thanks. Nah, I didn't say that. I know God would watch over her, my aunt and grandma. Some holiday for a trio. Hoho! Women Power!

The other time my Mum went overseas, she bought me a fake Nike watch which broke down within 3 months. On tuesday, I'm expecting a cheapo t-shirt bearing a explicit graphic of a broken phallus. Welcome to bend-cock! Sawadica people! Thailand seems to be the cheapest country to go for a holiday. They have everything! Nice resorts, beautiful beaches, good food, cheap clothing, sexy transvestites, slutty hookers and real women riding on motorbikes! And Thailand's reputable to be a spiritual place too. No wonder the Thais are perpetually producing horror movies. It's just freaky and distasteful.

I had a chance to watch City Of Angel yesterday. Found the divx in my computer. I probably had downloaded it some centuries ago. It's quite a touching show but I felt a litle stupid after watching it. In fact, I thought the show was stupid. The whole idea of an angel falling in love with a mortal sounds like a dreamscape. And I didn't know a human-covert-from-angel could copulate. Quite a blasphemy really. But it's quite exciting to note the existence of angels. If there're really there - in the first place.

THE WHOLE BIG SMALL IDEA

2005-09-19T23:11:00.000+08:00

I counted. Three people in church seem to harbour an unspoken expectation on me. But I guess God has a bigger expectation. Well, expectation shouldn't be the word. It just sounds too pushy. But I can't think of any either.

I'm trying to sell away my Zire 71. $75 for the standard package with an additional charger + cradle. Who's interested? Comon!

It's crazy. I've been talking about God for the whole darn year and the topic continues to linger. It's amazing how a topic can sustain. Wait! It's not just a topic. It's a relationship between two entities (I can't find a better word) which encompasses the whole world. Every thought, every sentiment, every motion, every intention, every everything. It's just crazy.

Maybe the whole idea of living a godly life is to live for someone else. It's like when someone else tells you to die for another person whom you hardly know. Yeah, blatantly like that. How stark and raw. And that's apparently love. How can a human mind ever understand? But then again, love is such a simple thing despite the many sometimes when we blow up the whole idealogy based on our perceptions. We will equate loving God as obedience. Meaning, if we fail to obey, we do not love God and deserve to die in eternal condemnation. It's just scary how things can become so warped to such extent in my head. If you do not pray, you do not love God and you dwell in self-centeredness so you incur a wrath of God and be prepared for bad things to happen. I tend to equal loving and not loving with specific actions. Can somebody please tell me that I'm so wrong.

I told Ed on Sunday that if I ever become a pastor, it'll be .. hmm .. (what's the word here) jaw-breaking! Well, don't judge too quickly, God can move moutains. And I believe I'm no harder than one. I came to think about certain stuff today (my minds a monstrous machine) and I came up with a principle which I personally can be certain of. Living a godly life forbids you from living life for yourself. Forbid, then again sounds pretty harsh and passive. How about this? A godly person is compelled to live his life for others. It surely sounds pathetic to a layman. But, that is the truth. The *beep* damn truth. Man, I can just be a preacher and come up with little truths for our beloved world.

Alright, who wants my full fledged thesis?

Okay, this is getting disgusting.

WHO LOVES A TECHNICIAN?

2005-09-17T23:35:00.000+08:00

Time to rant again.

Who loves a technician? I think I'm a technician myself. Yes with great power comes with great resposibility. Or with good knowledge comes with extra inconvenience. Anyway, in today's entry I'm going to talk about some I.T stuff but before I bore you with ample technical knowledge, allow me to elaborate on what I have just addressed earlier.

Typically it happens like this...

*ring ring*

hey kevin ah, i ask you ahh.. my cd rom cannot be detected leh. how ah? i've got SATA and IDE. can i connect sata cd rom with IDE connection ah?

-daniel ong (approx 1 month ago)

hey kevin ah, my screen suddenly go blank then my computer got beeping sound. what's wrong ah? i cannot turn on after that.

-chin lide (5 days ago)

eh.. how come my screen got the system32 error message? ehh. how ah?

-brother (1 week ago)

hey kevin, im going to build a new computer. which wireless connection to get ah?

-eugene lim (2 months ago)

kel ah, my computer very slow .. i think got virus leh. aiya.. can help me reformat anot ah?

-too many to remember

Seriously, I should start a company and make some money for myself. Ha! It'll be called Kevin Services For Lazy People Pte Ltd. Oh yeah, and with what I had learnt during internship, I can deal with minor data corruption and recovery. Man, I'm awesome!

As I have mentioned sometime back, I bought a DVD writer during the COMEX PC Show. Apparently, this season is the best time to get this baby cus prices are MADLY dipping and I purchased mine for less than a hundred. Cost my Dad 90 bucks to be precise. (Hoho, I manipulated my folk) I remember paying over 150 bucks for my first 8X max-speed CD-Writer. What a shame! Having said that, prices of CD-writers are rapidly falling too, due to the increasing popularity of DVD writers. 35 bucks for a BENQ 52X CD-Writer is truly, a joke. (I just had to get it!)

Okay, so what's the fad with DVD writers? Firstly, DVD or Digital Video Disc (in case you do not know) resembles a typical CD (compact disc). However, DVD contains 6.7 times the amount of data that a high-volume CD-R supports. Let's look at the pricing. I paid $30 for 100 pieces of IMATION CD-Rs and $39 for 50 pieces of IMATION DVD-R. If we are to calculate the cost per disc. A CD-R is priced at 30 cents while DVD-R amounts to 78 cents each. To break it down further, each megabyte is valued at $0.0429 for a CD-R compared to $0.0166 for a DVD-R.

All I can say is CHEAP CHEAP!!

Okay, everyone's bored with jargons. But hardware, as dry as it appears to be, is fascinating! Okay, hardware's probably a guy's thing. No pun intended. I just bought myself a new palm yesterday - Zire72. Much a pretty old model. And I must say that I had bought it on GREAT impulse! I saw the advert on the SPUG forum in the morning at 10AM and dealt with the seller by 5PM. Do not undermine the shopping spirit of guys! Hoho!

my old baby - palm zire 71

my new baby - palm zire 72

TIRED VERY

2005-09-15T23:28:00.000+08:00

To Chad: I thought you were attached to someone else. Besides Sherry's already has a boyfriend. But well, no harm making a a friend uh huh? Anyway, I told Sherry sometime ago that she ought to meet you. Everything in the name of good will. In a platonic sense of course. *winks*

I'm burnt so totally. My thighs are aching and I'm weaker than an injured dove. Don't blame me cus almost everyone else failed the 2.4km run. I'm kidding no one. At least half of the participants flunked. We were supposed to run 6 rounds on this gigantic stadium and I opted to fall out during the 4th. I clocked 7 minute at the start of my 3rd round and it all started to seem bleak. Gawd.. why did I do that? Maybe I should just enter the MDC and mix with all the gays and transgender. They said that in the army, you meet all kinds of people. I guess I'm close.

I'm going to enlist myself in some pop-piano class. One day when I become a star, you'll die just to take photos with me. Yawn.

HI PEOPLE

2005-09-14T23:13:00.000+08:00

Hi guys, thanks for all the encouragement and every foul language that you have aesthetically inscribed on my tagboard. Many thanks also to those who surprisingly like Jenny. What's up with you guys really? Hoho. And true, it sounds real bad without arrangment. But even with one, it will still sound like a wannabe pop-punk-rock song playing on an 17th century old receiver.

Have not updated for the past few days cus I have been busy, wasting time at the worst hour of the day. Since attachment (no pun intended) is drawing to an end, I've gotta like wrap up all my work, polish it, refine it and ultimately see it to perfection. Not that I'm a perfectionist; I just take pride in my work when deemed necessary. This is such a paradox! Holy Yeah!

Are we going skating again this Saturday, Miss Sherry?

our skates! differentiate between an agro skate and a trainer

Maybe I should start buying Toto from this week onwards. With a bit of luck, I should be able to hit jackpot by the age of 25 to afford a grand piano. During dinner I was hinting to my Mum if she could get me a piano. Okay, at least a humble Clavinova which I can hopefully cramp into my junkyard habitat. I don't even have my own room! Goodness!

okay, who's willing to buy me this?

Dad said I had erratic leisure behaviour and was rather skeptical. So after I hurled my subtle hints at my mum, she retorted that she would get me a three legged one instead. It took me a while to register. And suddenly BING BANG BOOM! You mean a grand piano?! Woohoo! I don't need one, sorry Mum. Thanks for the offer but a typical piano will do. I do not ask for much and boy am I not picky! Give me a piano dammit! Okay, mind that wrath, angst, tantrum of mine, whatever you call it.

BY POPULAR DEMAND

2005-09-11T23:11:00.000+08:00

It's You

Wake up every morning
And find you by my side
There's no one in this world
Like you Jesus
Who can touch a heart like mine

Suddenly it's over
All the cries that's
In my heart
It all seems B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L
All consuming by your grace

I may not sing as well as Clay or Ruben
I may not be the cutest guy
I may not look like Leonardo Dicaprio
But I do know one thing ..

It's you who make me stronger
I need you more than ever
You're the reason why I'm singing for you
It's you who create the wonders
In all my days of struggles
It's your love that surrounds my whole world

Sometimes I cry when I'm lonely
When it all just seems so real
But there's one thing that I can't deny
Is your love that's in my life

Meanwhile, check out Stay. Cheers!

WANKERS UNITED

2005-09-11T01:41:00.000+08:00

YouSendIt.COM is being such a wanker. Sherry tried uploading some photos but I can't open the page. Went skating with Sherry this morning again. Ha. Alright, this time we travelled to West Coast Park before unleashing our skates. Most people often refer skating as roller-blading but the actual term is inline skating. Roller Blade is merely a brand of inline skate. I'm using Salamon skates! Woohoo! Cost me 400 bucks the other time. Alright, who wants to skate with me? PS: I'm only a smooth terrain skater *winks at sherry*

After packing up, we went to Macs to chill out for a little while. As I was sipping on the lime juice which Sherry described as a detergent drink, Pastor Kian Cheng and some 2 adults walked past our table. Ha! Pastor then came over and chatted with us - cheekily - as usual! He has cheeky genes, just like myself. Haha!

I wanted to post the photos we took this morning in this entry. But the wanker wanked too much today. So I guess I'll have to ask Sherry to resend it. Grrr.. And Sherry kept snapping me. I don't mean to sound BHB but I was irritated, only because the shots she took ended up looking really bad. Muhahahahah! She could have asked me to pose first or something? humphhh..

RANDOM HYPOTHESIS

2005-09-10T14:10:00.000+08:00

No, character is more important!

Where have I heard that before?

Everytime I ask a friend if she would prefer a good-looking chap with a mediocre character or a ghastly looking bloke with an awesome heart, I would hear that statement somewhere between those lines. Okay, it is true that a person's character is important. But that does not dismiss the fact that outward expression can equally be as critical. Maybe not?

I was thinking about this after skating with Sherry. Perhaps when people are physically drained, their mind start to wander. So let me explain to you my humble hypothesis.

If we are to break it down, the set of choices we make is actually a darn simple thing to comprehend. Say, when a guy seeks for a mate, typically, he looks out for the qualities that his mate possess and what she can provide for him. Yes, it sounds really self-seeking but that's how we humans work. For example, a blind man does not require his wife to be some drop-dead gorgeous hollywood star. More often that not, he would need a lady who is caring, patient and loving enough to tender to his care. He needs someone to listen to him, to understand him and solely love him with a simple love.

Just to sidetrack a little. Suave looking dudes, on the other hand, who sweep women off their feets with a snap of a finger are generally classified as the minority of our species - the flirtatious. It's a stereotype but there are some truths in it and I'll tell you why. Everybody knows for a fact that good looking people are attractive and lovable at first impression. And their innate ability to turn heads is evident. With that advantage, losing a partner means little as they can easily find a replacement. And if they are 'bestowed' with the leeway to self-satisfy themselves with something more carnal, they'll perhaps go for attractive people like themselves. And the cycle repeats. This explains why hollywood stars are changing partners fortnightly and remarrying at least 3 times in their life time.

An average guy on the street will perhaps utter this, looks average can liao la but character must be not bad. I suppose our expectations and needs change over time. When I was younger, I insisted only on girl school girls. But apparently, hmm.. Anyway, people change and when we grow older we tend to incline to people whom exhibits traits such like stability, sensibility and responsibility. Our gaze hence shift as our need moves or matures correspondingly.

WHOSE CLUTTERED VOICE

2005-09-08T22:01:00.000+08:00

I heard the same old voice speaking to me today. The voice that spoke of love and peace. The voice that spoke of forgiveness and patience. The only voice that could move moutains and yes - my heart. Isn't this the gentle and familiar voice that I first heard of 5 years back? Or was it 4? It still seems like a long time, isn't it?

One brother once said this to me: If you're still struggling with God, that shows that the Spirit is still prompting you. And the result of grasping on both ends so tightly.. I don't know.

It's so unbecoming of me to do what I'm doing. The days when I struggle seem to be happier than the moments when I totally shut Him off. It's just weird when you think that you have actually owned the entire world. Then as you look into your own heart, you realise that your soul is missing. And then you discover that you could no longer recognize the person whom you once were.

Today, as I was watching the news on television during lunch break, I thought to myself if I should ever become like one of the relieve workers assisting lives in other parts of the world. Perhaps I should fix mine first. Think twice? Maybe not.

JENNY

2005-09-06T20:17:00.000+08:00

Scribbled a crap song in an hour. Alittle degrading to the girls though, but I'm always writing lovey dovey songs so I think it's time for a change.

PS: No offence to all the Jennys & Jennifers!

Jenny
[Listen]

Driving in a car
And I think of you
About the times we were together
And the stupid things you said

I guess I'll never know how far you drifted away
Cus I've planned and waiting to ditch you
To that jerky neighbour of mine

Though you said you loved me
But you never really never cared
All your lame excuses
All the phony that you do

And it's good that you left me
You're a fatass plain Jenny
You're the last girl I'll marry
Don't come crying and and phone me

Go away now you angsty
Out of my life you don't fool me
Little jen you digust me

All the chains you wear
All the words you swear
You think its cool
To be a skater
With body piecings everywhere

And You loved to hold my hands
When you see your friends
But your cap looked so moronic
I can't even see your face

There is no love you said
And you've proved it alright
Don't say you're sorry now
You fat Jackie's little girl!

THE HEART SINGS

2005-09-05T23:44:00.000+08:00

I'm listening to Planet Shakers! I almost typed shaggers. Anyway, they're an awesome band. And I certain prefer the Planet Shakers to Hillsongs! I know many 'mature' christian think that christian rock music are self-pursuing, over-commericalised and ultimately not an excellent source of influence, when compared to hymns like Amazing Grace and As The Dear just to name a few. Personally, I feel that these songs can be very ministering. Slow songs are excellent. But fast paced ones may not be deficient of that similar spiritual element too. It's still the heart of worship that matters. The bible says that every song we sing to God is a new song. But sometimes, we unmindfully go like, can we don't sing the same old song? I'm guilty of that sometimes. Some churches love singing only the latest songs. But what's the fad with the latest 'hits' when God has been the same in the past, present and future. Every song written about Him probably stays relevant a million years later. At least one thing I'm convinced. His mercies never cease.

Glad that Mei and myself are talking again. It's weird that we have so much to babble about online whilst we hardly breathe a word when we see one another. It's probably a girl's thing. Yes - the mystery between the X and Y chromosomes. I guess when God intended for the creation of mankind, he probably chose to make women a little weirder. Ahh.. that makes sense now. Heh

Comex yesterday was so packed. Was thinking of buying a cheap DVD writers so I tried hunting for LG, Samsung and Benq models which were priced around 80 bucks. Weiliang and I were perpetually googling at pretty girls as we treaded along the perimeter. Oops! Was really tempted to buy more stuff so I pestered my parents to come over. Well, evil me had an ulterior motive! What's new? Heh. And surprisingly, my Dad was pretty generous and got me a Sony DVD-Writer, 50 piece of Imation DVD-R, 100 pieces of Imation CD-Rs. I feel bad and have decided to pay him half the cost. Psychoed my Dad further to buy a 256MB Iomega thumb drive for himself which cost $39. Freaking cheap! I remember it used to cost up to a hundred for a 128MB thumb drive. Lastly, I bought myself a CD-Writer. It was offered at 35 bucks for a freaking new BENQ CD-Writer. And I can't resist! I realised I can be a real shopping finantic. Who wants to be my next Sitex shopping partner?

Gotta show off abit! Hoho!

emilia stickin out tongue

red nose

ha. fyp project mates in poly

ha. looking guai-er here

With Dee (:

VOCALS FOR SALE

2005-09-05T22:15:00.000+08:00

I just want to sing. I have not sung in public for quite sometime. And a friend is borrowing me for a JC performance audition. Man, borrowing sounds bad. Cus apparently, they're thinking of switching singers when they get in. Wow. What an underhand method. But nevertheless, haha.. I'm just too bored. And I don't mind lending some vocal cords. Just buy me a meal people! No, buy me a sand shaker.

25MB

2005-09-03T12:16:00.000+08:00

After a million trillion years, it finally happened. This morning, I logged into my hotmail account and was pleasantly surprised to find out that my messages had merely occupied 8% of the total storage space - for the first time! Thank you Microsoft, thank you Bill Gates, thank you all for upgrading to 25MB.

The thing about hotmail is this: 25 MB may seem really scanty as compared to the gigabytes that most free email services are already offering. And we may complain that Microsoft, being such a giant in the market is stingy over storage space. Why can't they like give us 20GB or something? They can easily do that! But understand that by providing more storage space, it means that more money is required to expand their server farms and definitely hard disks don't come free - and cheap. But they're Microsoft after all, you may argue. From my understanding, hotmail has been around since the dinosaurs roamed the web. It was free and extremely popular until Yahoo and Google hitched the ride. So from that period to its decline, thousands or infact millions of accounts have been set up for people like you and myself. So to double the storage space by twice, or even thrice, you can imagine the amount of considerations that surface. Even Gmail, does not allow anonymous sign-ups. You need an invite, which is considerably an easy thing to do. I heard Claudia had 150 invites or have I mistaken?

Went skating with Sherry today. It was madness and thank God, I'm alived. Being an un-pro skater who only flaunts on smooth terrain, I had a horrible time skating up slops, rocky gounds and narrow pavements. And I had to embarrass myself infront of her. How sad! Awww.. But it was fun. We skated to West Coast park from my place, had breakfast at the cheese prata store and back. You can imagine the distance we covered! The most exiting part was crossing the wide road between the park and Kent Ridge. It was one hell of a scary excursion. *Wince*

MY HOME

2005-09-03T00:17:00.000+08:00

What makes a happy family?

I can't really explain. But a peaceful family is a happy family to me. Ask any teenager on the street and he'll probably tell you the same thing. Well, how many of us can even claim that we are satisfied with our homes? Home, is more than a house. It is more than the beds we lie on, the food that we eat and home, certainly exceeds the creaking roof that shelters our heads on a rainy day. Home is about people living together. And harmony is what makes a happy family. I thank God that I'm starting to appreciate and enjoy an unusual sense of contentment at home. Not that my family is perfect and formidable in any way. Not that we're sterling on a calm ocean. I don't know. But I can say that it is amazing how age can make you fathom something that was once so oblivious.

Besides bloody homes - blood-related homes I mean - some of us are also blessed with spiritual homes. In which, we are taught to love and care for one another from the bottom of our hearts. Sometimes, I'm perplexed. How have loving someone became such a hard thing to do that we have to be taught to do so? Aren't we by birth, made to love, grow old and enjoy the still presence of one another? How did the first men who roamed the earth live their lives? If we do not love, aren't we technically hating?

Someone once asked if I knew what was the opposite of love. It sounded like a dumb question and I quickly retorted, hate. No.. the person explained, it is fear. It took me a while to understand his answer. How was it related? I guess, when a person has love within his heart, he'll naturally shine. He can be merry even in his toughest times and smile at his weakest moments. But a person who fears, retreats from the light. Unassured and apprehensive, he finds all ways to define himself. And often at the end of the day, he would realise that he is merely fighting against himself.

What an entry to pen on a Friday night. She's probably asleep. And my mind starts to drift as some of Kevin Kern's best pieces resonate from the speakers.

The thought of my Dad kept appearing in my head. There seems to be many unspoken words that we're keeping from one another. As I traced the chains of thoughts, I saw my brothers and finally my mum. It's comforting to know that we can actually love imperfect people without consciously realising it. And love them so dearly too. I don't understand.

I could finally play the first 12 bars of Sundial Dreams. I tried playing by ear in C Major. I did some transposing on my keyboard and it sounded right. And I'm proud of myself.

SPEEDING YOUR COMPUTER

2005-09-01T19:25:00.000+08:00

I'm so bored, I've decided to pen an article down. This article will be called *drum rolls* .. oei roll louder la ...

MAINTAING YOUR COMPUTER

Is your Pentium 4 computer lagging like a snail?
Do you have weird icons on your system tray (the bottom right panel on your screen)?
Do you have unusual programs appearing in your desktop?
Does opening a file take a longer time than usual?
Is your hard disk producing alot of noise or excessive disk activity?

If you are experiencing anyone of the above symptoms, read on. Cus you know what? Reknown exploited SP internship student can help! Damn! What a header! Trulyyyy..

Scan For Malware

Okay, who doesn't know what malware is? *raises hand frantically* Malware refers to any software program that is designed to inflict harm on your computer. Simply, they include virus, spywares, adwares, trojan horses, keyloggers, worms etc. These nasty bugs slows down your computer because when they executes their code, they utilitzes CPU cycles, initiate pop-ups, make illegal modifications to your computer like changing your homepages and stealing your passwords. So to combat them, you must install an antivirus program and anti-spyware program. Personally, I'm using Mcafee AntiVirus and Spyware Doctor. Both are reliable and very effective. Spyware Doctor is free and downloadable here. Mcafee is easily downloadable via a P2P software such as Kazaa or Limewire. And before scanning, remember to update the software. Make sure you are using the latest virus signature files to give you maximum protection. Firewalls are pretty useless. And it can cause alot of inconvenience if you know how to configure those settings.

Remove Redundant Programs

Do you know that the more your hard disk is occupied, the slower your computer gets? So remove your unncessary programs that are idling sitting in your computer. Do not attempt to delete the folders directly but uninstall them using the proper procedures. To do this, click Start, point to Settings and select Control Panel. Double click on Add/Remove Programs.

Remove Unnecessary Startup Programs

Click Start, point to Run, and type in: msconfig click on the Startup tab and select those programs that you don't want to run when you startup your computer. If you discover that you have alot of programs in that list, you can deduce that these are the programs that are slowing your computer down. It's best to uncheck all and keep those such as msn and others.

Defragment Your Disk

You will experience the sluggish effect when your disk is too heavily fragmented. Use a defragmenter to resolve this problem. I recommend Diskeeper.

Apply Fixes

Protect yourself from Windows vulnerabilities by applying the latest service packs and patches. To do this, click Start and point to Windows Update. Download service pack 2. It contains much security fixes to Internet explorer and incorporates a new firewall.

Conclusion

Try them and tell me if it works! =)

WHEEEE

2005-09-01T19:12:00.000+08:00

I chatted with an ambigious friend two nights ago. Well, if you have read some of my earlier post, I think I've talked about him. Not trying to be haughty or whateversoever here but he mentioned something which ermm.. whatever that word is - I think you are attractive but people have to stop thinking that just because i like to get to know attractive and talented people means i either have to get into a relationship with them or sleep with them.

I was BLOWN AWAY.. yes I was.

FOOD FOR THOUGHTS

2005-09-01T18:49:00.000+08:00

Had dinner with Edmond last night at the nearby zi cha food area. Due to our broke-ness, we dug out everything we had in our wallets to pay for our meal. Haha. It was so stupid. I think the lady who took our order was probably wondering why we took so damn long to decide on what to order. Reason being, we had to tabulate the cost of our dish with whatever we had on hand. He wanted pork while I insisted on fish. So yeah, the din continued. Well, it was really such a clamour, but I really wanted FISH! Dammit! Haha. Anyway, we order pork in the end. And dinner amounted to $17. Yes, we're poor chaps nevertheless. Hoho!

There were two pointers that kept resounding in my head today. Firstly, he mentioned that my life had revolved around many girls. Something along that line eh. And I was seriously pondering.. really meh? No doubt this year was a record breaking year. Well, nevermind. The second thing he said was this. Let me attempt to quote it. Whatever that matters to you now, should matter in 5, 10, 20 , 30 years time. Upon second thoughts, I realised that, that could save me life. Yes - literally from hell. Okay, may not so serious. But I believe the consequences to making a bad decision can be grave when shit starts to repercuss in the future.

Man, I'm feeling the migraine again. Sheesh.

OPERA BROWSER

2005-08-31T19:29:00.001+08:00

Opera has decided to grant free registration codes today to commemorate its 10-year online anniversary party! It's valid till 31st August 05, so grab yours now!

In case you didn't not know, Opera is the first Internet browser developed in the world. Yes, you've heard it right. It existed even before Netscape browser came into the picture. Opera when compared to IE, Avant and Firefox has an awesome-er GUI! Totally sweet! Sweeter than sweet! Go download Opera today!

If you've missed it, I've a copy here: w-NX8ia-jznik-dcbJH-5BwKi-6SCzB

Shhh.. don't tell anyone especially the MDA.

And in case you're wondering, Opera did not pay me to advertise. I'm just too fascinated. Muhahaha..

-BINK BONK-

DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

2005-08-29T23:41:00.000+08:00

It's soo deeeee! Heh.

LIFELESS

2005-08-29T20:42:00.000+08:00

I remember what Pastor Kian Cheng used to tell me sometime back. What's in store for a man who gains the whole world but forfeits his soul?

Truth is: he does not exactly enjoy gaining the world. But if he is perpetually to struggle to preserve his soul. What's truly in store for him? Pause. He shall not attempt to answer this question too quickly. Pastor Gideon's message spoke a little. He said that Paul's life was so filled with shit but he still gave thanks and offered his life like a drink offering. More often than not, he has been subscribing to the perception that a victorious christian life is lavishly filled with every seemingly happy, positive, stress-free and sin-free things. And by not attaining to that level, he deemed and attributed it as a failure in his part as a heir of God. Perhaps, he ought to understand that the lives of THE diciples were far from that, compared to those in c***-harvest church. Put some happy-go-lucky christian in prison and see if he could still give thanks.

And to answer syl's query. Cus, he's erratic and needs no prayers.

SNEAKIN BEHIND

2005-08-29T20:36:00.000+08:00

I was rambling through my photos folder to look for something decent - ahem - yes, decent as I've said, to set on the msn display. Ha. So I stumbled upon this! Hoho!

MEI

2005-08-29T20:15:00.000+08:00

To someone whom I care for. As much as it may seem otherwise. I'm unsure if you'll ever see my page again after what we've exchanged last saturday night. I'm not taking back whatever I had shared. Perhaps, it was my attitude which carried forth my sentiments that made the message sounded extra painful, if that would be the right word to describe. I do not know how much this would mean to you. And I do not know how much this might change a thing. But yea. I'm sorry.

MY SUNDAY

2005-08-29T00:25:00.000+08:00

I'm starting to enjoy sunday sermons. I liked the way Pastor Gideon preached. Despite his ocassional stuttering, he is able to pour out his message concisely. His words somehow carry a personal touch to it. It seemed humane enough. Yeah? Yes, for humans like myself.

I was late for worship session. Okay, I strolled in 15 minutes before 11 so I would consider myself reasonably punctual. I have warped standards. In fact, I was contemplating whether I should attend in the morning. Reason being, I was feeling lazy. Wait! More to apathy maybe? I didn't notice Claudia. Hey sister, were you there?

With Dee. Ha!