We've always been sleeping with our Enemies, and we've always come out of the fight with swollen ends on our side.
I don't like it that way.
In fact I hate it. I bet you do too. Heck, no one does.
If there're any viler thoughts of malice possible against Them, I do not know of them.
Only poisonous fumes can settle the eternal vendetta between us......or is that true?
Throughout my 24 years of experience in FIBUA (Fighting In Built-Up Area) with the enemies, I have uncovered several strengths and weaknesses of The Enemies, and it may be good for the whole of humanity that I share some knowledge and tactics for our eternal war against The Enemy...
1. E=M*C*C applies.
Assuming constant energy, The Enemies' speed gets faster the smaller their individual mass is. While a higher mass denotes more lethal weapons, it also translates to slower speeds and a higher success rate of gunning them down. And I like them that way.
However, a smaller mass does NOT denote less lethal weapons, but it still does translate to higher speeds, and a lower success rate of gunning them down!
Moral of the story - fear the small ones. They pack a mean bite and are more elusive.
2. The Enemies slow down in air-conditioned environment.
Yes, this is true. I'm not sure why, but I'd bet my money on a slower metabolic rate and an increased difficulty in fluttering their accursed wings. The better to eliminate them, I say. =)
3. The Enemies like stagnant airs and dark corners.
Ventilating your room helps in getting Them out of your area. Dark Corners? Minimize them unless you have great compassion for insects to propagate their species with your blood! These minions of the devil thrive in dark corners and are most powerful there! For one thing, you can't see them well there, and they KNOW it. They bloody do. That's why moms always tell their children to avoid dark corners. It's not just the strangers or robbers, I tell you...
4. Know those plants that are said to repel them?
Doesn't work.
5. High frequency sound devices?
Doesn't work well. BELIEVE me I have one in my room.
6. Swatting?
Works to a certain degree. But I have (oh yes... I DO...) a method to eliminate them, and it works like a charm. Let them bite you. (What?) Yes, when you see them landing on you, let them bite you (but..).... and when they're all plump and succulent with your blood, they can't bloody fly well - and that's when you can try catching them with your wooden chopsticks. It's better to sacrifice a small amount of your blood (and one swelling) to get rid of the bugger once and for all, then to endure its buzzings and the multiple small bites it inflicts all over you.
7. Keep your walls (and clothings) brightly coloured.
For easy spotting of the enemy. It's like having a large clearing for a DMZ, making sure no enemies can come within respectable distances from you.
8. Drinking alkaline solution helps.
I think. That's because the enemies do not trifle with people having blood of slightly higher pH - pple like TCWITB.
9. Always have your blanket ready to trap them.
When you see them flying around, cast your blanket out like a net, and stomp on your blanket like a mad man/woman. It helps to rid the threat, but does no good for your image if your neighbour happens to be around.
10. The Enemies are especially attracted to, and well-versed in pulses and the likes. They seemed to have undergone acupoint lessons at some martial arts school in China. So watch out for your joint areas where your blood vessel are most exposed.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Thursday, September 15, 2005
I like staying in PGP
because I can go and jog in the middle of the night, and my mom won't be there asking me when I'm coming back, or to deter me by
1) telling me that I'm crazy to forgo sleep and go jogging instead, or
2) complaining that she has to wash the toilet after I come home and bathe, or
3) saying that she'll have to wash extra clothes.
Much as I ignore her futile efforts in dissuading me, they do have their negative effects on me - I still put to mind what she says. It's always an institutional barrier that stifles my personal freedom, and rather than stopping me from doing things that I like, it adds a reproachful air to my actions and I'm left doing things that I like half-heartedly. And I think that's wrong - it doesn't land any of us in a good stead.
Sometimes what I need is encouragement to do what I like, to do something different. To not fit in the mould that was given to me. Who am I? Do I define myself? Yes, I do, but behind all this facade, I still care about other's opinions. I'm no island, much as I rather want myself to be, and I still need people to care for me, to be happy for me in my endeavours to be myself. And I still want to please, to live up to expectations of those who love me. To a degree, I define myself by those around me. I do have institutional roles to play.
The development of my Self is conflicting with the cathexis my mother projects onto me, though she is gradually realising that I am no longer yielding, no longer a projection of what she wants me to be.
Yes, I like the endorphin-rush from jogging around school, and I was trying to discourse on this matter. I'm not sure how I came to talk about my mom and whatever else I have talked about, but it just did. I guess these things happen sometimes - this just is one of those times.
Late nights do strange things to exceptional people. =D
1) telling me that I'm crazy to forgo sleep and go jogging instead, or
2) complaining that she has to wash the toilet after I come home and bathe, or
3) saying that she'll have to wash extra clothes.
Much as I ignore her futile efforts in dissuading me, they do have their negative effects on me - I still put to mind what she says. It's always an institutional barrier that stifles my personal freedom, and rather than stopping me from doing things that I like, it adds a reproachful air to my actions and I'm left doing things that I like half-heartedly. And I think that's wrong - it doesn't land any of us in a good stead.
Sometimes what I need is encouragement to do what I like, to do something different. To not fit in the mould that was given to me. Who am I? Do I define myself? Yes, I do, but behind all this facade, I still care about other's opinions. I'm no island, much as I rather want myself to be, and I still need people to care for me, to be happy for me in my endeavours to be myself. And I still want to please, to live up to expectations of those who love me. To a degree, I define myself by those around me. I do have institutional roles to play.
The development of my Self is conflicting with the cathexis my mother projects onto me, though she is gradually realising that I am no longer yielding, no longer a projection of what she wants me to be.
Yes, I like the endorphin-rush from jogging around school, and I was trying to discourse on this matter. I'm not sure how I came to talk about my mom and whatever else I have talked about, but it just did. I guess these things happen sometimes - this just is one of those times.
Late nights do strange things to exceptional people. =D
知己 - 李克勤
This is a song in my chinese top 10 list.
It conjures up the imagery of a wisened elderly chinese man, with one hand gracefully concealed behind his qipao's coat tail, and the other slowly wielding a paper fan, looking afar to affirm his knowledge on the transitive nature of life...
笑一声 沧海茫茫也有枯栖，
叹一句 人生岂能竟如人意？
缘起缘灭本来如戏 世事无常犹如棋局
酒一盏，且别问我为谁痴迷，
深爱过 又何必问结局？
千古风流人物何处寻 如今是我是你
若能程风飞去 愿别红尘而去，
起伏和机遇 已如潮去
爱恨不过是一场悲喜
人生难得再有缘知己
若青春成追忆 若红颜已老去
相守在身旁的人 但愿是你
看春花秋月 夏日冬雨
谈风花雪月 有我有你
此生足矣
It conjures up the imagery of a wisened elderly chinese man, with one hand gracefully concealed behind his qipao's coat tail, and the other slowly wielding a paper fan, looking afar to affirm his knowledge on the transitive nature of life...
笑一声 沧海茫茫也有枯栖，
叹一句 人生岂能竟如人意？
缘起缘灭本来如戏 世事无常犹如棋局
酒一盏，且别问我为谁痴迷，
深爱过 又何必问结局？
千古风流人物何处寻 如今是我是你
若能程风飞去 愿别红尘而去，
起伏和机遇 已如潮去
爱恨不过是一场悲喜
人生难得再有缘知己
若青春成追忆 若红颜已老去
相守在身旁的人 但愿是你
看春花秋月 夏日冬雨
谈风花雪月 有我有你
此生足矣
Monday, September 12, 2005
Boardsailing
is not as easy as it seems to be (1. pull board out to sea, 2.stand on board and play around with the sail, 3.shoot off towards the sunsetting horizon...) There's a lot of physics (relative positioning, with 3 differing factors [wind dir, current dir, your position] and perhaps more) involved, and yes, Stef is rite, guys are not so good at balancing when it comes to boardsailing.
Nabuay, at the end of the 2 session course, I still can't manage a smooth take off, or even go out an itsy bit to sea. I'm at most a "* balancing on the board and let the breeze push me a bit, struggle with the sail, falter and lose balance and fall into water, and repeat from *" kind of surfer. Hmm. NOt really much of a surfer yet.
But I think I should be able to manage it better the next time I go.
One thing I think I should have done is to start off on with my right foot forward. I'm more dominant on the right foot as learned from wakeboarding, and could have had a better start on learning balancing tricks if I had used it first. I learned that at the last moment when I was coming back to shore at the end of the lesson with me on the other side of the board and my right foot forward.
I think I'm alright, since ZK, Desmond, and Lele are all also barely struggling with the accursed board which I'm half-hearted to spend more time on ("I can't believe I can't do it" vs "should I spend more time doing it?")
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Obtained quite a lot of "visual entertainements" when over at our ever friendly neighbouring country last saturday night. *wink wink*. For enquiries of distributions, pls call direct.
Nabuay, at the end of the 2 session course, I still can't manage a smooth take off, or even go out an itsy bit to sea. I'm at most a "* balancing on the board and let the breeze push me a bit, struggle with the sail, falter and lose balance and fall into water, and repeat from *" kind of surfer. Hmm. NOt really much of a surfer yet.
But I think I should be able to manage it better the next time I go.
One thing I think I should have done is to start off on with my right foot forward. I'm more dominant on the right foot as learned from wakeboarding, and could have had a better start on learning balancing tricks if I had used it first. I learned that at the last moment when I was coming back to shore at the end of the lesson with me on the other side of the board and my right foot forward.
I think I'm alright, since ZK, Desmond, and Lele are all also barely struggling with the accursed board which I'm half-hearted to spend more time on ("I can't believe I can't do it" vs "should I spend more time doing it?")
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Obtained quite a lot of "visual entertainements" when over at our ever friendly neighbouring country last saturday night. *wink wink*. For enquiries of distributions, pls call direct.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
New Balance RealRun (28th August)
MO2590 LEE WENG HONG 00:55:19 0693th (77th percentile)
MO2975 TAN CHEE WEE 00:54:37 0623th (79th percentile)
(Haiz. Lost to Chee Wee. Throw face.)
Race Stats:
Distance = 6km (Road) + 1.6km (Sand) + 2.4km (Trail)
Total Participants for Men's Open = 3121
Total Participants that completed = 3062
Total Non-Disqualify Participants = 3018
Average time = 1:05:14
Fastest time = 0:34:19
Slowest time = 2:05:18
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
In case you're looking for Rant 1,
I'm waiting for Rant 2 and Rant 3 to hit cult status popularity. And that's when I will come out with Rant 1 to complete the trilogy.
And if that works out well, I might just very well come out with Rant: The Prequel, or something like that.
And if that works out well, I might just very well come out with Rant: The Prequel, or something like that.
I have rants~~! I have rants~~! Hear me rant~~!
2.RANT 2
Why are communal bathrooms always a breeding ground for viruses and diseases?
And why did I kena worts after barely a month in pgp?
Liquid nitro treatment is all the more a torture because of the travelling I must do to Wellness Center...(but contrary to popular belief, the treatment is fun - burning yourself always is, isn't it? [hiak hiak])
3.RANT 3
This may pertain to all you handsome but shy hunks out there.
Remember a time when you were young and have absolutely no shame whatsoever in pissing all over the floor in jovial delight, while your father/mother/daughter/son watch you in horror, and your dog watch in admiration at this 2-legged feat?
How we cower now in the face of the omni-present auntie who washes the toilet in most (if not all) shopping centers! She's always flitting around in endless rounds of serveillance, while we guys abandon the urinals to the more desperate others and head for the cubicles (an asylum from her diabolical reach.) instead.
We cower away from her invasive inquisition into our private businesses, engaging in vain helpless attempts to preserve whatever little dignity we have left inside us (and our pants). How small we feel when in such dire situations...
Which supreme being gave her the autonomous rights to move as she pleases; to scorn at our manhood; to transcend all existing cultural barriers which have long kept males apart from females in quiet desperations? All I know is that she doesn't even pay $7 (RA movie, weekday rate) to be entitled such an eye feast! Yes, all you jealous, wanton, and desperate gals out there, she actually get PAID for it. Good lobang, eh?
'Aiyah, mai kia lah' - she might go sometimes. Why should she be scared? She's the one taking liberty of us! Now imagine if you're a girl (or if you already are), and it's an old lecherous uncle telling that to you with the visual accompaniment of drooling saliva at the sides of his half-opened mouth... takes the cake and eat it too, eh?
It would seem the only plausible way to escape her evil clutches will be to get on with your business and leave as early as you can - much like a girl forced into prostitution, forsaken of all pride and honor, whose only aim is to repay her debt and get out.
And once we guys are out of the toilet, we become the dignified men we once were before entering her dungeon of lost innocence. And none of us talk about it.
We just laugh off the period of lost dignity, much like how we laugh off the 2.5 years of lost dignity which began when we surrendered our pink ICs (and dignity) to the AOs at CMPB.
At least we are out of it.
Why are communal bathrooms always a breeding ground for viruses and diseases?
And why did I kena worts after barely a month in pgp?
Liquid nitro treatment is all the more a torture because of the travelling I must do to Wellness Center...(but contrary to popular belief, the treatment is fun - burning yourself always is, isn't it? [hiak hiak])
3.RANT 3
This may pertain to all you handsome but shy hunks out there.
Remember a time when you were young and have absolutely no shame whatsoever in pissing all over the floor in jovial delight, while your father/mother/daughter/son watch you in horror, and your dog watch in admiration at this 2-legged feat?
How we cower now in the face of the omni-present auntie who washes the toilet in most (if not all) shopping centers! She's always flitting around in endless rounds of serveillance, while we guys abandon the urinals to the more desperate others and head for the cubicles (an asylum from her diabolical reach.) instead.
We cower away from her invasive inquisition into our private businesses, engaging in vain helpless attempts to preserve whatever little dignity we have left inside us (and our pants). How small we feel when in such dire situations...
Which supreme being gave her the autonomous rights to move as she pleases; to scorn at our manhood; to transcend all existing cultural barriers which have long kept males apart from females in quiet desperations? All I know is that she doesn't even pay $7 (RA movie, weekday rate) to be entitled such an eye feast! Yes, all you jealous, wanton, and desperate gals out there, she actually get PAID for it. Good lobang, eh?
'Aiyah, mai kia lah' - she might go sometimes. Why should she be scared? She's the one taking liberty of us! Now imagine if you're a girl (or if you already are), and it's an old lecherous uncle telling that to you with the visual accompaniment of drooling saliva at the sides of his half-opened mouth... takes the cake and eat it too, eh?
It would seem the only plausible way to escape her evil clutches will be to get on with your business and leave as early as you can - much like a girl forced into prostitution, forsaken of all pride and honor, whose only aim is to repay her debt and get out.
And once we guys are out of the toilet, we become the dignified men we once were before entering her dungeon of lost innocence. And none of us talk about it.
We just laugh off the period of lost dignity, much like how we laugh off the 2.5 years of lost dignity which began when we surrendered our pink ICs (and dignity) to the AOs at CMPB.
At least we are out of it.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Closer
The Blower's Daughter (Closer's theme song)
Dialogues from Closer. It's a lovely film with very nice dialogue, though it loses out to Pulp Fiction by a far cry. But it's a different kettle of fish altogether....
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Dan - Please tell me the truth!
Alice - Why?
Dan - Because I'm addicted to it! Because without it we're animals. Trust me...
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Alice - I don't love you anymore.
Dan - Since when??
Alice - Now, just now. I don't want to lie. Can't tell the truth. So it's over.
Dan - Doesn't matter, I love you. None of it matters.
Alice - Too late, I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.
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Dan - I love you!
Alice - Where?
Dan - ...what?
Alice - Show me! Where is this love? I ... I can't see it, I can't touch it, I can't feel it! I can hear it, I can .. hear some words .. but, I can't do anything with your easy words!
Dan - Please don't do it!
Alice - It's done.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
I think I'm stretching myself too thin.
My life in school now is mainly preoccupied with sleep, lectures, a bit of tutorials (while falling asleep) , lunch/dinner wif pple, movie outings, gym, runs, outside activities (more runs, hikes, exercises), surf net/MSN++
So much that when I sat down in my room yesterday at 1 am (after coming back from watching "The Maid" with my JC friends @ Orchard Cathay) to grade my CS1101X students' labs all the way until 8am in the morning, I realise that this mugger/diehard worker side of me has not resurfaced for a long time! And I do realise that after this long lull period, I'm not as sharp as I was.... (Reminds me of my RSM going, 'If you don't use it, you'll lose it.' [it's true! look at his botak head!])
Very well, Frank, it's time to start your massacre.
Gyms and jogs will continue, but let's cut down on going out, shall we? It's good for your skinny wallet too. And let's do some damage control for your FYP.
This reminds me.... events still on queue:
- this Sat&&Sun = boardsailing
- Next Fri||Sat||Sun = Ju-On marathon with JC pple
- 8th Sep = CapitaLand Recruitment Event
- 18th Sep = NUS Centennial Run
- 27/28th Sept = NUS Top Graduates Networking Nights (prepare + submit CV by 14th)
- Errrr.. so what about going to volunteer for free movies?
Hmmm... toughie.
So much that when I sat down in my room yesterday at 1 am (after coming back from watching "The Maid" with my JC friends @ Orchard Cathay) to grade my CS1101X students' labs all the way until 8am in the morning, I realise that this mugger/diehard worker side of me has not resurfaced for a long time! And I do realise that after this long lull period, I'm not as sharp as I was.... (Reminds me of my RSM going, 'If you don't use it, you'll lose it.' [it's true! look at his botak head!])
Very well, Frank, it's time to start your massacre.
Gyms and jogs will continue, but let's cut down on going out, shall we? It's good for your skinny wallet too. And let's do some damage control for your FYP.
This reminds me.... events still on queue:
- this Sat&&Sun = boardsailing
- Next Fri||Sat||Sun = Ju-On marathon with JC pple
- 8th Sep = CapitaLand Recruitment Event
- 18th Sep = NUS Centennial Run
- 27/28th Sept = NUS Top Graduates Networking Nights (prepare + submit CV by 14th)
- Errrr.. so what about going to volunteer for free movies?
Hmmm... toughie.
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