It’s new year eve. I’m going to be going through the zodiac twice already. That’s how old I’m getting. This year, I had a fair share of fun and sadness. Saying goodbye is not as easy as I thought.
Some photo memories of this year. Lots of gatherings, outings and goodbyes this year.
I hope next year will be a better year. Same to you people too! Happy new year!
Cheers!
I’m feeling so down now. I hate the feeling of rejection and I’m rejected twice in a row for industrial attachment. Is it so freaking hard to get one? Are they so realistic to just use GPA to judge a person by that? I so wish to start university all over so that I can make things right again. =(
Are there times when you
just smile foolishly at the image of yourself, friends or family? Or to a non animated object? It’s silly but that feeling is good. The surge of good memories rejuvenates you and makes you feel alive.
I want to go to the sea again. It’s a place where I can clear my mind to reflect. I don’t want to be told by people what I have to get in life. I want to find out for myself what I want in life.
I joined WSC. Volunteer work has been out of my life for a very long time, why did I take it up? I don’t know actually. Part of me wanted to do something different this semester. I went to the RSPVH website and I was briefly touched by the video. I thought if you can make a difference to someone’s life, why not? I went for the events and I could feel that I wouldn’t be very close to the VH people but at least if I stay committed to the cause it would be all right.
I finished paintball event today. Yesterday to be exact. Finally. It feels good. I guess I was given a hall because of that and I would feel uncomfortable if I didn’t finish it. Fortunately Jeremy and I were not in the same plight as the OE’s organisers 2 years ago. I feel that much could be done to improve the event but nevertheless, I hope they enjoy the event though.
My phone screen cracked. The fragments are too many to count. =( I don’t know if it’s still held intact by the screen protector. It looks really bad and it’s hard for me to live with it. It’s so hard to read what’s on the screen like that. The repair cost should be around $180 I guess. I need to go down to HTC service centre to ask. Just did a search on it and the reviews don’t seem too positive. =(( Hai…
Many of my friends are going overseas, or are about to go overseas. It’s really sad to send them off one by one. Then here you are, feeling all by yourself. As an adult, our behaviour are moulded by the social norms what should or shouldn’t be. Many of the friends hide their sadness from the people leaving overseas and to react only thereafter. Maybe this is something that adults can be envious of little children being able to show their true emotions as how they feel.
Strangely, this time round, I actually look forward to the start of school. School holiday was too long and not that enjoyable. Bulk of it was working as an intern. For an intern pay it is considered not bad but really. What learning opportunity was there in my workplace? I couldn’t see it at all. =(
FOC ended too. It was nice being programmer actually. Didn’t have to run around with the freshies which is a really tiring task. As a GL, the moment you open your eyes. Oh gosh, your responsibilities start! You feel like a nanny sometimes just that your kids aren’t young. However, it’s a nice experience to go through both. I got to know a few more seniors better. However, very few freshies get to know me this year. =/
I hope I can have everything pan out in time. Why did I always choose to procrastinate?
Bad idea is a bad idea no matter how you defend it. So I’m not going to defend myself then.
I can smell the dust on my blog already. Ha.
I’m so engrossed with my new phone, HTC Desire. It’s looking beautiful, does what I want, sync things easily. Simple transfer of photos, videos, etc. Multi-task quickly with any apps I want. Great apps and games support from Android App Store and it’s growing at a rapid rate. The only drawback is the short battery life. Sure, I can control my phone to do less amazing stuff to turn off auto sync, push emails. The next HTC software upgrade will be making it better, full flash support (yay! flash do works on mobile, Apple, just you wait), 2 to 3X faster, apps on SD cards (Oh this is SO SO important). So HTC, please make my wish comes true soon.
I’ll be performing at ION orchard this Saturday. I hope I’ll do all right. It’s hard to smile foolishly at the audience, swing to the music and to get all the beats right.
I hope I will not have to pluck wisdom teeth. Expensive and torturous. But maybe I won’t have to. I’m too old to have that growing out at this moment right?
July and August is going to be a hell for me. Accepted for an internship. I’ve been told that I’m getting pretty low compared to the scale of the company. I hope I can pull it through.
Today, my dad told me a real life story of someone else. It started from this young boy who grew up in Malaysia. There was once when he was studying, a woman came to visit him while he was in school. However, his friends look at this person with a frightened look on their faces. The woman handed the young boy some money. His friends were bewildered at how the young boy is related to that woman. That woman looks weird as she had a sunken eyehole as she had lost an eye. As soon as the woman left, the whole group of children surrounded him. They asked and teased him, “Who’s that one-eyed freak? How are you related to her? She looks weird and scary! You are one weirdo too!” The boy’s pride was hurt and he answered embarrassingly, “She’s my mother.” Turns out that his mum worried that he would not have enough money for school, so came to visit him.
When the young boy reached home, he scolded his mum. “Mum, why did you come and visit me? Everyone was laughing at me. You shamed me! Everybody asked why you look so ugly!” His mum felt very hurt but said nothing.
When he was studying in University, his mother came to visit him in his hostel. He hasn’t come home for a long time. His mother missed him. Again, she was being yelled at for making an appearance at his school for the very same reason. She felt dejected but kept quiet again.
Eventually, the young boy grew up into a young man. He decided to move out of Malaysia and migrate to Singapore to stay and work. He visited her very occasionally. He now has a family of his own in Singapore. His mum very much wanted to see his children and him. However, she knew that her son doesn’t like her. So she secretly peeked at them from a distance in a vicinity when she came over Singapore. However, she was found out and the man gave her another scolding she did not deserve. She went back Malaysia.
For a very long time, the man did not return home to visit his mum. Neither did his mother come over to visit them. There was no one answering the phone when he called. Hence, one day, he decided to return home to see how his mother was doing at home.
To his surprise, there were no one living at that house anymore. He asked the neighbours about his mum. They looked at him with a peculiar expression and told him that she had passed away long ago. He listened in disbelief. How would he not know when his mother died. He went to the lawyers to see if there was a will set up by his mum. There were a small sum of money for him and a letter accompanying it. He read it.
Son. I love you so much. I know that you hate me a lot for looking like this. But you know, I didn’t used to look like this at all. I had a normal face like everyone else. When you were young, you had an eye infection. I went to many doctors to seek for medical help but it didn’t help. They said that you had to remove the eye if not your life would be in great danger. To lose an eye at a very early age would be a pain and I ask if there is any chance of a donation that could save his eye. Doctors after doctors, they tell me that is not possible in Malaysia. No one would do that. No unrelated organ donation is common at that time. If transplant is not made in time, you would lose the sight of an eye forever.
I volunteered to donate my eye in exchange for you to regain a normal life. I always want you to have the best in life, it doesn’t matter if I were laughed at by people. Because if I had not do that, the one to be laughed at was you. All I had hope for was for you to accept me…
With that, the man could not hold his tears. The mother he had been ashamed of his entire life did a noble act of giving him her eye. If not for that, he would not be where he is today. But it is all too late for him to salvage now. She is gone forever. So he hopes to spread his regrets around by telling people not to be ashamed of your parents. They are the ones who make you who you are. Every year now, he wishes he can tell his mum, “Happy Mother’s Day”.
How sad the story is. I guess we can all learn to appreciate how much our parents have given to us and to learn to embrace and love them with all we can. Happy Mothers’ Day to all.
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I don’t think I was being harsh to the people whom I know personally that are reading this blog. If I am, sorry then.
Time slips by so fast. Kind of terrified to know that my youth has slipped past me unknowingly and it shows on the face already. Comparing with the old me in photos is demoralizing.
But I’m not the only one that is growing old. I realise my parents are growing old too… I could feel a sense of insecurity when my mum spoke about going out alone these days. She used to laugh at my grandmother for disliking to go out alone as she feels lost when travelling alone. Now, she’s gradually becoming what used to be the situation for my grandmother.
My parents ate happily during a meal we had over the weekend. They seemed happy maybe because it’s a treat but I thought of what else would they be happy about. Putting myself in their shoes, I wouldn’t know what else ahead in life can I look forward to. It’s almost like once a couple is married, they are so involved in their children’s life that before they know it, their youth, their dreams are all gone.
A part of me was thinking how fore granted I was thinking that my parents would forever be there for me and I would be taken care of. Perhaps it sounds naive but deep inside, there is an inner me that feels like a child who wants to stay in the comfort of just having parents around. It seems to be the case that I’m standing on my own 2 feet already. Very soon, I’ll be their caretakers. I’m learning to care for the people who have been always taking care of me.
I’ve been blogging for approximately 6 years already. That’s something. Most of my other friends who used to blog at the same time as me had stopped. Not entirely sure what’s the reason. Could be bored of it or wanted his or feelings kept inside. Blogging has its benefits for me back then. When I could say what I want without feeling any restrictions.
I no longer feel this way anymore. Not when you have anonymous visitors reading. They could be people whom you never think they may be reading, are reading! At the same time, search engines are furiously indexing all your “memories” in the depth of their database waiting for someone to type the correct keywords to unearth the historic posts that you mentioned long ago. Seems scary, isn’t it?
However, I’m not implying that there’s no longer anything beneficial in doing this anymore. It allows me to remember what I had done or what I was thinking in the past. Only then can I realise how much I changed. Maybe by the time you’re old, it’s full of memories to recollect and laugh or frown upon. Maybe it’s not all that wonderful but life is a mix of flavours. Sweet, bitter or sour… Somehow, it’s still like a home for my thoughts to drift into.
I hope these pictures make your day! I saw them on Stomp.
That expression… Priceless!
Says pretty much for itself. 
I seriously laughed at this! 
Photoshop does wonders. 
Yes, I’ll bet on the world. 
Oh gosh, remember the white ranger? He is now like that… =/ 
Even bears know the critical spot. 
Last of all… This is for all who are taking exams too! =)
I was watching Jackie’s “I guess…” variety show on TV yesterday and I must say it was one of the usual funny episodes even without the boobs competition. Trying to put lipstick on while sitting in a rollercoaster is hilarious! That sparks some thoughts of comparing quality of programs between local TV productions and foreign ones. I’m not saying there aren’t any good ones in Singapore. There are some good dramas that are worth watching. But in terms of variety shows, many of the ideas have been imported from elsewhere. Just check out Singapore Idols, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, Amazing Race, and etc. 
Now, SingTel and Starhub payTV users can get to access programs that each provider is offering so it would minimise the impact on viewers. Yes, I guess this is good. Less money wasted on bidding for rights means less cost passed down to consumers. However, I had a funny thought on this. Let’s hope a good plan will appease customers on both sides. =) I hope you can understand the simple drawings I did within 2 minutes. Apparently, I think the colours should do just fine without the logos. Haha.
Hmm. If someone lost your belonging and tells you initially that he’s going to return you by buying you one and the next moment he says he’s not buying anymore because he has no money but you see him splurge everything he could in a club, how would you feel? Damn it.
Actually, I think I’m being a bit petty yesterday. I’m sorry.
It’s really hot these days. I feel reluctant even stepping out of my room. The value that was topped up in the aircon card is depleting fast and furious. Time to top up again…
I really miss my old wallet for many many reasons. Can you just pop up back to me again? Please please?
I don’t know if I should continue doing that. I don’t feel a sense of belonging despite putting my time in this the past few months… =(
Blogging during my rest period… Can’t stand the stress of my peers in furious progress of the lab project. Maybe I should have target to do something simpler instead of trying to make a piece of silicon be a game machine. I shall re-plan my project. My lab partner doesn’t seem to do anything at all… Sigh.
Nevertheless, I’m still happy to have it celebrated with my OG friends and bao. I should stop indulging in self-pity and move on. 23 years old is just 2 years old adult right? Haha, I’m not so old after all…
People usually wonder why I seem to be that close to my brother. I don’t really know. It’s just that we can talk about anything at all even though our characters are so world apart. I recently wondered why he became so addicted to clubbing. There were many nonsensical replies from him. After much probing, eventually, he finally revealed. “现在我的心里其实很空虚…”
Even for the usual no worries kind of guy said that. I didn’t expect that. Maybe what we need is people who can understand us for who we are and to spend time together…
The late nights have made me more moody I guess. When I feel sad, I’ll feel really sad. Same when I’m angry. I’ll feel like smashing anything in my way… Sometimes it made me feel a little retarded too. For example, I’ll mispronounce a word I usually can… So the point is sleep early right? I wish I can.
Hai… I’m sorry. I really want to go for that outing…
I’m squeezing so much brain juice for my subjects but nothing creative comes out. I suppose I’m not into electronics projects. 
During labs, the lab supervisors just endlessly yap non-stop about how interesting we can all make the projects to be. 
I shall be optimistic.
iPad is out. Fantastic. Check it out. Information available only on US website. What about iPhone OS 3.2? Still in Beta I guess.
It sure sucks to feel this way. Friends ask me why I don’t want to apply for overseas exchange. I got to go through the long story of explaining because the entire 90% of tuition fees are loaned from bank. My parents do not have the money for my school fees so it’s my liability for this sum of money. If I were to go for overseas exchange, I would require probably another $10 000 to $14 000 or even more if I were to look at countries like US or UK. That’s about half of the entire 4 year course fees I would have to bear. I certainly would not want to enslave myself to so much debt.
My friends then continued to talk about how it will all work out when I get a fantastic paying job in the future… I’ll tell them that the future’s not up to me to predict and all that. However, the full stop comes only after I say even if I want to, my GPA’s not up to it. That’s the sad truth. With that having said, people will just tell me to try harder while on the other hand continue to lament how their CGPA has dropped. However, to me, it’s all very fantastic already… Maybe there’s never enough for the things you get and people may not be truly empathetic to my plight. I try filter out the things I do now want to listen but there is a limit to how much I can bear. Sigh…
A: I’m just bored, talk to me.
B: (Plugs in earpiece)
What’s the meaning of this? Shutting A out of B’s world? Bored –> Pissed
This clip is darn funny. If this was not exaggerated at all, I would really be bewildered by the level of intelligence of the Americans. Here’s some extracts, (*Spoilers ahead*)
A: How many sides does a triangle have?
B: Er, I don’t know…. Four?
A: Name me a country that starts with ‘U’.
B: Hmm…. (pause for damn long)…
A: Ok, how about…
B: What..?
A: United States of America
B: Awwwoh……
A: Is Kofi Anan a coffee?
B: I would think so?
A: Who won the Vietnam war?
B: Er…. we did?
B: Wait…. did we even participate in that?
A: What is Hiroshima and Nagasaki famous for?
B: Well… I would say that it’s judo-wrestling?
A: How many Eiffel towers are there in Paris?
B: Oh, there’s about 10 of them.
LOL…. Best! Haha. Oh, “just for laughs” is coming to Asia! The asian edition will prevail soon I believe. Not sure when.
Maybe when you are feeling all alone, find something to amaze yourself. Believe me, boredom is just temporary. Being alone doesn’t make you the strangest person on earth that people are alienating you or you got no friends. Just somehow somewhere, fate has a plan for everyone else but you. Ha, just joking about the last sentence. =)
