Chasing time on Monday, October 24, 2005...
Infinite Time, with timely mechanical contrivances, methodically slices herself into finite quantas, of which an annoying effect is that it turns our static three dmensional world into a rather problematic 4D one. No one complains in a static field of energy, and in particular you do not get inquisitve creatures probing into their origins, the exact bunch who are convinced that Life is a pretty cool idea and that the world would be more fun in 11 dimensions comprising of vibrating strings.
I guess I should attempt to ward off some of the queries that might float by, like for example why Time has a distinctly anthropomorphically feminine character, nor why clocks and their derivatives had arrived before talking apes, and focus on blogging.
Two well-cut prime slices of weeklong Time had elapsed since the last entry was thrown haplessly into the lonely voids of cyberspace; somehow haven't found the, erm, time to go herd flighty thoughts into orderly words.
Photos kinda say all that had happened in the past two weeks, with celebrating buddy kenneth's birthday with a meal and a Pacific Coffee treat; followed immediately with celebrating the class' October babies birthdays. Wz's gift had led to much headaches and some slight outbursts of frustration and occasional anger; also led me to excogitate deeply to the value of gifts and quality of friendship as we searched in vain, in hope that some idea might surface. Walked around the two gift shops in City Link nonstop, as if hoping the appropriate gift might just pop out somehow.
Gifts, and other photos for the class steamboat are available here and here.
Ach dang ain't it ironic that sometimes it's the stupid things that make the activity memorable? Cake fights, magarine threats and decapitated prawns, think we oughta start planning to do stupid and foolish things :p
With the convenient transport of Horse and TA we went elsewhere in search of things to do; ended up in Peace center but the lan/pool shops were full and ktv doesn't seem tt enticing when it starts late and ends even later, so we just ended the day with a card game of stress and hurried to catch the last transport available home. Ah, sweet NEL.
Sunday afternoon was then spent in this Zen conference, where BH played the theme song to accompany the singer, "The world is a flower" hahaha. As I've completely unable to read scores, having played from memory of the music most of my life, and being the only erhu around after the other didn't come, I was stumbling through the song, desperately wrecking my mind to regain the idea of the tune. The conductor interpreted that as concert nerves, though he couldn't be more wrong; the only thing I could be nervous about is how would I go around explaining after 8 years of playing I'm still unable to read scores properly ><
Mom's birthday last Friday! For that I was searching for a cake, and Chris offered me a discounted price if I buy it from his rent's shop :D It was from Sweet Secrets, and the chocolate and cream and all was great but mom commented that the cake was a bit too hard haha. Next to try, either Secret Receipe cakes (EX!!) or Jane's Cake shop (Jalan Kayu 265) OR 100% Chocolate Cafe (22, Ann Siang Road) lol!
Hmm and actually registered for SAT once more; not that I've any plans currently, but just taking it as a backup just in case something great drops by, as well as taking the test to keep mind primed and mugging. Dumbo thats 100 bucks down the drain for something you wouldn't even use but... ><
Poor sleeping habits, unmanageable sleeping hours; been sleeping on and on and ON despite endless alarm clocks and snoozes; so much so that I've almost woken up the whole family except myself. Always 8 to 9 hours ach, need timetable soon hahaha.
Ugh ok, back to coding. Think my time in the inet's running up too.
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 12:21 pm
Chasing time on Monday, October 10, 2005...
Strange that all sorts of effort in creative writings end up lambasting the army haha.. wasn't originally meant to be like this, but forces of habit changes and twists most ideas, heh :p
Been having sleepless nights recently, with notebooks and torchlight by bedside, in case an occasional random stray ideas manage to find itself enmeshed within the confines of the brain. Hope I can find the discipline and forehold all attempts on procrastination, and bring the concept into fruitation :)
Busy weekend coming up ahead, with the celebration of 3 separate birthdays (BH, BMT, class); there really is a baby boom towards the end of the year... Intriguingly my BMT platoon of 50 members has FOUR birthday pairs.. and 3 of them are 1 part of me and my buddies :p Statistically intriguing...
Just because it's statistically impossible, doesn't mean it's unable to happen. Statistics isn't everything and shouldn't carry much weight in any argument. For example, the statistics of getting ANY particular hand in Bridge or anything is also exceedingly small, (1 / 52 * 1 /51 * 1 / 50 ... ), but you don't see people throwing down their cards on receiving their hand to worship them, and proclaiming the odds for this hand is so impossible and thus must be granted by a higher power.
Ach, I digress. Hmm, suddenly thought of some code to write, back later!
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 12:23 pm
Chasing time on Sunday, October 9, 2005...
An attempt to use 10 random SAT wordlists to write something :)
It's been a long 600 days since we've been immured in this camp. It is a place where social misfits work in; those who enjoy wielding powers over human will and body, those with insufficient immaturity to face the world, and those unable to find an employer willing to overlook their past misdeeds. Indeed, it has been long speculated that the government is in fact, with tact and subtlety, removing undesirable and pernicious social elements and placing them far far away, hence insulating the economy from their presence.
And for sure, the government with all its omniscience, will have a system in to make these aberrant people more rule-abiding and socially acceptable people. We can impute the government's success partially to these measures taken, which is the system of Rank and Appointments. They have to be brainwashed to accept unwaveringly whatever orders their superiors pass to them, as well as given the slightest of power so that they, in their limited cognitive abilities recognise that authority is a necessary 'evil'. Hence, the sight of obsequious rank-totting camp personnel is omnipresent; you can practically seeing them lionizing higher officers. This is all for the good of the country, when you realise that once out in the public, they're not much higher on the societally defined ladder; thus such attitude will bring about greater stability in the society.
As a side note, we might mention that a fixed coiffure and attire would also slowly induce them to be more flat and expressionless; stifling all their creativity for causing disruptive behaviour. This has led to much negative consequences as well, especially the lack of innovation and originality in all their workplans and actual work, as seen in endless TLA (three lettered acronyms) with similar aims, stacks of repetitive paper and email work, as well as doing most things in the most inefficient way unthinkable (they don't do much thinking) of. But perhaps such collateral losses are accepted as inevitable for a calm and peaceful country.
Of course, in this world where sedition charges are flying abound, I hope readers will have sufficient maturity to not go about causing disruption after reading this, and note it as an exercise in keyboardship and a jab of humour in our otherwise dull lives. Go on, laugh out loud. Is that titters I hear instead?
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 02:24 am
Chasing time on Sunday, October 9, 2005...
The moon had waxed and waned; days sped by, weeks tumbled after.
It's time like this when you realise that 161 days to ORD doesn't mean a thing. Well, other than having 10 years of reservice to look forward too. ROD ><
I've always thought it doesn't matter to me whether I stayed with these bunch of people or not; but a sudden session of reminiscence in my bunk showed that memories formed and stayed, despite nonchalant efforts to ignore and detach.
I just want to make it come to an end nicely, with visible proof that time had not slipped me despite the army's broad brushstrokes of oil upon us. Visible.
(that's just so ... ach. of course development is good. but somehow it's more important to show the world.)
There's so much I've not yet done. The best time now, really; unchanging, fixed, patternified lifestyles. To slot in as much as I can do. But what are you doing it for... My priorities are screwed. But luckily, so do most of the people around :p
This bliss of solitude,
I've somehow learnt to enjoy.
Lonesomeness bugs me less,
Detachment; a way of life.
It's as if I'm forging a path to the point of neutrality; a point where I defend (by lying?!) myself from the ups and downs of daily life, create a peaceful sanctuary where external influences are buffered. No major sadness or happiness; conservation takes its hold.
Behind the colors of friendship,
the joys of mirthful laughter;
I remind myself of a bystander,
contriving to breach the perimeter.
It's not that I'm excluding myself, just a observation that I sometimes barely know some of them. Quality, or quantity?
Am only human, no matter how I think I feel, my social meter always needs refilling, and so does the mood :p
I'm perfectly fine haha, perhaps a bit weary; it's just the absence of a cause for joy :) Unfortunately that results in thoughts that are best left hidden, and are misconstrued as signs of moodiness and worry. Social bar to be filled next week with the celebration of bud's birthday; further boosted by a mini BH performance, which oughta do good to my skills bar and mood bar :p
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 01:42 am
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