Once upon a time, there lived a shepherd boy. Who's job is but to sit on the rock on the pasture, looking over his sheep. The job was boring and the day was long, and the sheep looked more like white rocks than living animals. And the boy was a smart one, and not at all evil, and he was not content with a life of looking and chasing sheep, of naming clouds and counting flowers.
And as like humans, sheep have a tendency of drifting away when they are busy, and to them, the grass is probably always greener on the other side. And the shepherd's job, of course, is to guide those lost sheep back to the pasture.
And while other shepherds spend their whole afternoon chasing the lost sheeps. The shepherd boy devised a smart plan to not do the needless running, and he decided to put the plan through the test. And soon enough, one of his sheep strayed away. With gusto and drama, the boy shouted at the top of his voice.
"Wolf, Wolf!", he called. And all around him the other shepherds came rushing, brandishing knives, forks and staffs. And the fools ran towards him, herding his flock towards him in the process. The fools were understandably unhappy when they realised there wasn't a wolf, but they decided not to pursue the matter and left the boy be. For it was but a trivial thing. All but one. One who decided that the boy not running needlessly is somewhat a threat to his very survival.
The boy, feeling guilt, apologized, and rarely did that again. Though he did so a few times using different guises to great amusement of the other shepherds, who found him witty and smart, who broke the monotony of life as a shepherd. All but the one of course.
And the boy was made to run needlessly against his wishes.
For that one guy, unfortunately, was the village chief.
-A not too accurate, nor too precise, and anti-climatic version of the events of my life.
And I'll try not to bore you with my daily life now, for its been long since i last blogged. Just had ice-cream at Udders @ Novena, and its worth every cent of the trip there.
And that pretty sums up everything.. haha.
till nxt time
Sunday, 22 March 2009
Sunday, 15 March 2009
IT show
Well. not that I'm unappreciative. But how many letters and emails must the organisation send before they realise that no. I'm not colluding with them. And two years of my life is more than enough. I'm not going to give up 6 more years of my life, regardless on how many stitches they're going to put on my shoulders, or sternum in the future.
And Singapore is a bloody nerd colony. Just look at the number of people at the IT show! screaming numbers and figures that makes no sense to me. "Cheap 234.14 hard disk, last offer! you should have done your homework by now!" What homework?! reading forums all night long? I mean its one thing to hunt for bargains and not buy things at a more expensive price than you should, but scourging the internet for figures? and camping at the IT show for 4 priceless weekend days? I think that's stupid.
And can't they like split everything up? like have a camera fair one of these days, then a TV fair, and then a accessories fair and stuff. Or book the whole of Singapore EXPO or something. Why must they cramp everything into halls that are huge, but obviously not huge enough, and create an oxygen shortage? And singaporeans just can't throw brochures away properly. I mean the bins are the only empty spaces around. the floor is totally obscured by paper. and every possible corner is littered by even more brochures. People just can't 1. say no to brochures, 2. dispose of them properly.
And sadly, I'm one of those idiots that just had to go to the IT fair. losers.
But at least carrefour has got good breakfast food. haha.
one more week to one less week,
of nine more months or so to speak.
haha. till nxt time
And Singapore is a bloody nerd colony. Just look at the number of people at the IT show! screaming numbers and figures that makes no sense to me. "Cheap 234.14 hard disk, last offer! you should have done your homework by now!" What homework?! reading forums all night long? I mean its one thing to hunt for bargains and not buy things at a more expensive price than you should, but scourging the internet for figures? and camping at the IT show for 4 priceless weekend days? I think that's stupid.
And can't they like split everything up? like have a camera fair one of these days, then a TV fair, and then a accessories fair and stuff. Or book the whole of Singapore EXPO or something. Why must they cramp everything into halls that are huge, but obviously not huge enough, and create an oxygen shortage? And singaporeans just can't throw brochures away properly. I mean the bins are the only empty spaces around. the floor is totally obscured by paper. and every possible corner is littered by even more brochures. People just can't 1. say no to brochures, 2. dispose of them properly.
And sadly, I'm one of those idiots that just had to go to the IT fair. losers.
But at least carrefour has got good breakfast food. haha.
one more week to one less week,
of nine more months or so to speak.
haha. till nxt time
Thursday, 12 March 2009
The comedian
A year has gone and pass and its time once again to attempt for a place in the medicine faculty.
Why can't they just use some goblet of fire or something. Something that'll not say something as sarcastic as 'congratulations in getting into a course you do not want'.
The pain still remains and i have to say i'm not as confident this year round as last year. when the euphoria of 4As is still fresh. Now have to find some other reason to convince myself i belong inside.
And somehow my whole mind nowadays is thinking of rebellion and freedom even though there's still quite a way to go. 9 months, around there. Hard i try to control such thoughts and just tell my self to take each week by each week.. It just seems hard when your workspace is at a place where people have to pass through for their freedom. Its almost like i'm the gaoler but i myself am serving a sentence. Some sort of cruel joke that could and only would happen in the organisation. No wonder the comedian is uniformed.
And there we go about our process of resocialization. Institutionalizing all of us, and you wonder, how many of us actually really get institutionalised, and how are they ever going to survive out there? (esp ppl who spent around 3 times the time a normal person does in the organisation)
And in case you haven't notice, I've taken to great length to censor out a particular word. And since I'm at this, let me issue a disclaimer again, stating that all these that i typed are purely fictional, and any coincidences are purely, well, coincidental*.
Bloody Organisation. They are now even clamping down on facebook.
till next time.
And i really need to think twice before i speak. sorry.
Why can't they just use some goblet of fire or something. Something that'll not say something as sarcastic as 'congratulations in getting into a course you do not want'.
The pain still remains and i have to say i'm not as confident this year round as last year. when the euphoria of 4As is still fresh. Now have to find some other reason to convince myself i belong inside.
And somehow my whole mind nowadays is thinking of rebellion and freedom even though there's still quite a way to go. 9 months, around there. Hard i try to control such thoughts and just tell my self to take each week by each week.. It just seems hard when your workspace is at a place where people have to pass through for their freedom. Its almost like i'm the gaoler but i myself am serving a sentence. Some sort of cruel joke that could and only would happen in the organisation. No wonder the comedian is uniformed.
And there we go about our process of resocialization. Institutionalizing all of us, and you wonder, how many of us actually really get institutionalised, and how are they ever going to survive out there? (esp ppl who spent around 3 times the time a normal person does in the organisation)
And in case you haven't notice, I've taken to great length to censor out a particular word. And since I'm at this, let me issue a disclaimer again, stating that all these that i typed are purely fictional, and any coincidences are purely, well, coincidental*.
Bloody Organisation. They are now even clamping down on facebook.
till next time.
And i really need to think twice before i speak. sorry.
Monday, 9 March 2009
bored.
Well.. I may have used this line before more than once to start a blog post. But you know how sometimes you feel so free you want to be busy? Like hours of no production actually makes you wanna do something? Day 5 of 7 of my offs i accumulated from my short trip to NZ with at least one more of such long off periods to go. Not that i do not appreciate such offs.. But it is boring to spend them alone at home.
I can go on for a hundred-page-rant to show my displeasure of how time wasting army is but i'm not going to. I don't want to risk being prosecuted.
Watched the watchmen on friday. Its opening day (who watches the watchmen?). And it was awesomtastic. And of course it had to be ridiculed by OSF, who of course, doing what she does for all good shows i've watched, give it 2 stars upon 5.
Went dyb on sunday. and have to say i'm kinda amused by the children and they somewhat made my day. haha. shirtman 1 & 2, chicken little, dancing king, Roxy girl and etc. haha.
and we arrive on today.. isn't that wonderful?
haha. trying my hand at typing non-philosophical or chim stuff as many have pointed out.. but it sounded too lame so it won't happen again.
damn boring days.
I can go on for a hundred-page-rant to show my displeasure of how time wasting army is but i'm not going to. I don't want to risk being prosecuted.
Watched the watchmen on friday. Its opening day (who watches the watchmen?). And it was awesomtastic. And of course it had to be ridiculed by OSF, who of course, doing what she does for all good shows i've watched, give it 2 stars upon 5.
Went dyb on sunday. and have to say i'm kinda amused by the children and they somewhat made my day. haha. shirtman 1 & 2, chicken little, dancing king, Roxy girl and etc. haha.
and we arrive on today.. isn't that wonderful?
haha. trying my hand at typing non-philosophical or chim stuff as many have pointed out.. but it sounded too lame so it won't happen again.
damn boring days.
Sunday, 8 March 2009
gone.
'Please insert disk to recover system' The computer said. must as well had been..'screw off, loser!' if it wanted. Well.. this happens when you keep putting of backing up your stuff and filling your computer to the brim.
Still adjusting to a what must be the smallest screen ever after being used to a 19" for like years. and a keyboard that's what you callit? Queery? Quierdly? And no mouse. No bloody mouse. No bloody clicking mouse.
And all will be well if my troubles were in the hardware. Gone were my pictures of my N70, my millions of weapons I designed, along with a hundred videos i took and memories, carefully scanned in and saved. Lost forever to the world. And songs, 1000 and counting number of tracks. All silenced like Jews under Hitler.
Not to mention, saved games, unpublished stories, lyrics.. and a library of viruses.
Like a man who've lost his memory, i feel handicapped.
Damn bloody computers.
Still adjusting to a what must be the smallest screen ever after being used to a 19" for like years. and a keyboard that's what you callit? Queery? Quierdly? And no mouse. No bloody mouse. No bloody clicking mouse.
And all will be well if my troubles were in the hardware. Gone were my pictures of my N70, my millions of weapons I designed, along with a hundred videos i took and memories, carefully scanned in and saved. Lost forever to the world. And songs, 1000 and counting number of tracks. All silenced like Jews under Hitler.
Not to mention, saved games, unpublished stories, lyrics.. and a library of viruses.
Like a man who've lost his memory, i feel handicapped.
Damn bloody computers.
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
What will you protect?
What will I protect?
Freedom.
From organisations that i am part of, yet do not belong to.
Justice.
Of earning what my work's worth. and of having a choice to work how much i want to.
Dreams.
Of my own. Not aims others set for me.
Ideals.
Of human rights and freedom, of life and society. Not any particular group of people.
Family.
and of course, Friends. Which does not involve the killing of another's kinsmen.
What will you protect?
Freedom.
From organisations that i am part of, yet do not belong to.
Justice.
Of earning what my work's worth. and of having a choice to work how much i want to.
Dreams.
Of my own. Not aims others set for me.
Ideals.
Of human rights and freedom, of life and society. Not any particular group of people.
Family.
and of course, Friends. Which does not involve the killing of another's kinsmen.
What will you protect?
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Big brother.
Big brother is watching. He always is.
IPPT test tomorrow. how i hope i need not take it.. please. let a miracle come my way. but oh wells. I'll just go there and fail it. haha.
words unwriteable.
IPPT test tomorrow. how i hope i need not take it.. please. let a miracle come my way. but oh wells. I'll just go there and fail it. haha.
words unwriteable.
Sunday, 1 March 2009
Just like heaven
The thoughts are getting sparser and slower, and posts therefore reflect that reduction of ideas and are too getting few and far in between.
The funniest thing about change is after you do, you don't see its need and importance, and you want to revert to normality. And when you do, you tell yourself you need change. Its how we keep ourselves busy.
had an awesome weekend so far. singing, eating, drinking and talking. Hanging out with friends. which is probably irrelevant here.
"Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream" she said
"The one that makes me laugh" she said
And threw her arms around my neck
"Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you"
Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
"Why are you so far away?" she said
"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
That I'm in love with you"
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream
Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven
Now if only i could get that bar chord right.
I need inspiration.
The funniest thing about change is after you do, you don't see its need and importance, and you want to revert to normality. And when you do, you tell yourself you need change. Its how we keep ourselves busy.
had an awesome weekend so far. singing, eating, drinking and talking. Hanging out with friends. which is probably irrelevant here.
"Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream" she said
"The one that makes me laugh" she said
And threw her arms around my neck
"Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you"
Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
"Why are you so far away?" she said
"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
That I'm in love with you"
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream
Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven
Now if only i could get that bar chord right.
I need inspiration.
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Poker face.
I should be a proffessional poker player who happens to know how to play football, and have a pretty decent voice and guitar skills.
Can't wait for the wkend.
Can't wait for the wkend.
Thursday, 19 February 2009
New year resolution
Last year was a year of calculation.
Of risk avoiding and risk reducing.
Of trying to please instead of doing what i want.
This year,
I'm gonna change all that.
Its probably abit late but i'm gonna write down my so called 'new year resolution'
1. Learn Guitar.
Time. check.
Aspiration. Check.
Ipod. Check.
Teaching friend. Check.
Guitar..... Check.
All I need now is to work at it
2.Learn to drive.
Ok. nothing much's done bout this yet. but it promises to change by the end of this wkend. yeah. Its time to get some drive into my life.
3. Write
A novel. perhaps. or maybe a few short stories. But yeah. i shall. This may be the last ever year i get to do all this kinda things.
Its not much. and it definitely isn't all I want to achieve in this year. but yeah. this list is non-exhaustive and kinda reflects only what i think right now. but yeah. one thing bout posting stuff online? You don't really get to 'eat your words'. So yeah. once its written here u kinda just have to do it. haha.
I'm tired of standing in line....
Of risk avoiding and risk reducing.
Of trying to please instead of doing what i want.
This year,
I'm gonna change all that.
Its probably abit late but i'm gonna write down my so called 'new year resolution'
1. Learn Guitar.
Time. check.
Aspiration. Check.
Ipod. Check.
Teaching friend. Check.
Guitar..... Check.
All I need now is to work at it
2.Learn to drive.
Ok. nothing much's done bout this yet. but it promises to change by the end of this wkend. yeah. Its time to get some drive into my life.
3. Write
A novel. perhaps. or maybe a few short stories. But yeah. i shall. This may be the last ever year i get to do all this kinda things.
Its not much. and it definitely isn't all I want to achieve in this year. but yeah. this list is non-exhaustive and kinda reflects only what i think right now. but yeah. one thing bout posting stuff online? You don't really get to 'eat your words'. So yeah. once its written here u kinda just have to do it. haha.
I'm tired of standing in line....
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