Today while cycling at East Coast Park I saw this bird with Obama’s hair.
This is damn weird, as birds by right no hair one.
Archive for July, 2009
July 31st, 2009
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July 29th, 2009
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July 29th, 2009
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4 weeks ago, according to ktk who met me for the first time, I was an Ah Beng geek.
But does my future and career prospects demand an Ah Beng geek? No.
An undead told me that I that I was selling my soul away as I try to transform myself into the ideal me. I said it was for my future. He shook his head in disbelief.
Anyone who know me from my pre-army day would know that I am a person who simply refuses to adhere to the norm. I think out of the box. I do different things and do them in different ways. To me there was nothing more important than my passion and interest. Academic studies was of no interest to me. I merely treat it as a bare necessity, like how we need to drink water to stay alive, I touch the textbook occasionally only because I had to. While academic is the life and soul of every single school mates, I became an outcast, a weird eccentric who didn’t know better.
Yet, the irony is that, as I mature, and for the sake of being able to continue to pursue my varied interests and passions in the future, I had to conform to the norm. I had to reshape my thinking, my attitude, my behavior, all aspects of my soul, so as to warrant myself a bright future, a future that would allow me to continue following my interests and passions without worries face by my low-income parents currently. It is not coincidental that my father has no hobby. He couldn’t afford it. I am determined not to end up the same way.
To be able to pursue my interests, hobbies, passion whatever you call it in future I would need a stable income. And for that I need to grasp my future.
I used to think that jobs can encompass interests. How sweet it would be if my job is also my hobby? But from my limited working experience I had observed workers all the way from blue to white collars. No one is inherently happy with their job. Even if your job was your hobby at the start, sooner or later it will not be. There are more to jobs than what you do during it.
Didn’t we all learn that Singapore had no natural resource, and that the people are Singapore’s only resource? Do you actually feel proud about this? Natural resources only serve the role of providing the nation or government its wealth, and in other words, Singapore is a country that acquires its economic wealth from its large unquestioning working population. And when things get greedy, we import more workers. Is there happiness to be derived from working in such a country? Are you so naive as to imagine there is something called job satisfaction here?
Thus my plan was to aim to make more personal wealth and use it to make up for all that I had to put up with.
Zombie told me, he would stick with my former beliefs, that of doing only things that one is passionate about. To the current me, that’s just wasting time. But who is correct? Who am I to judge?
Zombie told me that he would change the system by being different, and waiting for others to join him. I want to change the system by being part of it and changing it from within. Who was right? This struggle was portrayed in the anime Code Geass and even after 50 episodes and with the death of the one who wanted to change the system from outside, there was no real conclusion to the problem.
The possibilities are endless, no one could predict the future. Yet once we reach there, there would be no reset button.
I certainly hope I made the right choice. And that his choice is correct too.
For now, I can only carry on walking down this lightness tunnel hoping that I would not end up at a dead end.
July 27th, 2009
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Ok, I’m not a girl, so I don’t know how being rape felt like… but the process of inserting the stopper sponge into my ears when doing the ear impression.. really felt like my ears were rape. The sponge was inserted so so so deeply into my ears I swear it touched my ear drums already!
Anyway, some photos of today. (Since some undead zombie kept complaining my blog is all WALL OF TEXT and no photos).
I have chosen black for faceplate colour and dark blue for main color, hopefully my reshelled Superfi5Pro will arrive before school starts!
July 27th, 2009
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Today is the last day my Superfi5Pro IEM will exist in its current state. I will be doing a ear impression and then send my SF5Pro for reshelling tomorrow.
Hope my custom IEM turns out well. This is such a high risk to take.
July 27th, 2009
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How are you guys? I am missing you guys already! And welcome to my humble blog! I know you guys are stalking my blog and feeling bad about it!
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
July 26th, 2009
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This is a rewrite of story in Level 41 of The Wicked
After all the mindless hassles, you arrived at the cinema. Your neck was taut, as though challenging anyone nearby to to snap it. You turn your head this way and there in the sudden, jerky movement like that of a bird. You were only able to do this because you are a complete cuckoo, but at that point of time you didn’t realize this.
A tiny little kitten approached you, purred softly at you seemingly for your love and affection. Once the kitten was convinced that it had tamed you, it sank its claws into your shoe, and promptly broke all the claws on the right paw.
The kitten made a weird face, which presumely was the kitten’s way of expressing complete shock and disappointment. You extended your feet and exerted a huge force on it, and the kitten ran away with the tail tucked between its hind legs in search of its mummy. A few seconds later, a walking mass of protein with long hair who could hardly see what was on the ground due to restricted head movement brought about by the additional cushion on his neck, stepped on the kitten accidentally spattered its guts and intestine all over the floor.
The mass of protein was later arrested by the police for being a murder suspect because of the blood stains on his shoe. Coincidentally, he was an NUS law student.
You, oblivious to the fate of the kitten and protein mass, carried on searching for any sign of Janice, or any sign of what to do next. Then, a light tap on your shoulder so stunned and startled you that you spun around and elbowed the huge left breast of the girl who tapped you. There was a huge pop and the left breast rapidly shrink in size. The girl looked so unbalanced now that you elbowed her right breast as well as an act of courtesy.
That girl was Janice. Relieved that her breasts are symmetrical once again, she smiled at you as question marks popped around in your head. You had thought she was in trouble, but apparently she was every bit as free as the mass of protein was not.
Without so much as a word, Janice practically threw herself at you and began kissing you all over your face. Ok, licking would be a better word, but when she began swallowing all the oil and dirt that had accumulated on your face over the past 3 weeks, you threw your mental dictionary out of the window.
When she was done with cleaning up your face, she spoke,
“You are really a smart guy! I love smart guys!”
“HUH?”
“Well you see, all those clues you found were all set by me. My intelligence told me that you have been eyeing me secretly during the physics lecture every week. You look kind of cute, but being as intelligent as I am, I expect my boyfriend to be as intelligent as well. Since you have followed the clues I left behind and came here because of your own effort, I’ve decided to just ask you to be my boyfriend. So how about that? A ‘yes’? Or a ‘no’?”
“Unfortunately, a ‘no’.”
“Why? I thought you were secretly admiring me!”
“No. I was trying to count the number of worms crawling in your hair during those boring lectures where the lecturers probably know the subject matter much less than I. I came here because I thought you were in trouble and I had to save you so that I can continue counting the number of worms in your hair so as to relieve my boredom during physics lectures. Since you are all right, I’ll take my leave.”
With that, you turned and headed home, with Janice staring at you as you disappear into the crowd.
As it turned out, there was a curious newspaper article the next day about a dead body found with a nest of worms at where the brain should be.
July 25th, 2009
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Facebook occasionally pairs advertisements with relevant social actions from a user’s friends to create Facebook Ads. Facebook Ads make advertisements more interesting and more tailored to you and your friends.
By implication, when your friend is using Facebook, he or she could very well be selling an advertisement saying “Look for hot singles!” with your photo underneath. Apparently this was what happened to someone.
With its growing user base allowing it to position itself favorably to advertisers, perhaps Facebook needs to hire a moral consultant for the making of its future policy.
For now, here is a quick guide to turn off the ability to allow third-party advertisers to use your photos in their ads on facebook.
1) Click on Settings
2) Click on Privacy
3) Click on News Feed and Wall
4) Click on “Facebook Ads”
5) In the “Appearance in Facebook Ads” box, click “no one”
Lets hope Facebook and other social networking sites keep their act together and know how to draw the line.
July 24th, 2009
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I felt so relieved after working out that nagging problem. Thanks to those who had spent many hours talking to me and giving me advises on MSN and phone.
The sun outside suddenly seem so much brighter.
And my grammar still as suck as ever.
July 23rd, 2009
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