cos I'm the one who waits for you...

I'm happy to report that we're well and good. Yup, well and good. No significant or major disruptions on the path so far, and just as well - I can't see the "Construction Works Up Ahead 200m" sign. And for once, that's a good thing. A very good thing.

Do you ever wonder how some individuals in this world can achieve so much, compared to us joes? The likes of sports and the intellectual arena have each seen their fair share of geniuses come and go. Who wouldn't be familiar with Carl Lewis, Michael Schumacher, David Beckham et al, or immediately recognize that famous brooding face and white tuft that's Einstein's? Yes these people are the trailblazers and the personalities that many attempt to emulate. Yet sometimes I wonder: what drives these people to such great heights, and push themselves further than any other person? I believe the answer lies in their love for their vocation and the deep passion that lies burning within them, which enables them to push themselves harder and further. They all share that burning desire: to be the best in their field - and sometimes, have a bit of fun along the way.

Why do I bore you with this? Let's just say I'm having some sort of personal dilemma. Currently, I'm a student taking a diploma for Aerospace Electronics. The diploma promises excellent job prospects, a comparatively high salary and above all, fun in the sky. Sounds good, doesn't it? I mean, anyone would kill for such a job that gives you all that and more - unless you're Britney Spears and flashing your hoo-ha is all you want to do, then forget it.

However, here's exactly where the problem lies. One year ago when I was filling in my choices for diplomas, I had a deep interest in aircraft. It was probably because I had just graduated from secondary school, and my CCA was the Air element of NCC, which probably had me figured for a diploma in that. But as time passed by in the year, I began to have doubts.

Doubts that stemmed from my sudden, explosive interest in all things automotive.

Now before you brand me as an airheaded, screw-loose, rednecked petrolhead, I daresay my taste for car is not boy-racerish. Uh-uh. I do like Japanese pocket rockets, yes - but just for the cars' engineering. The designs and stickers and decals are all rubbish. In the same breath I'd like to say that I much prefer European sports models and American ones to them. More class, more style, more finery and elegance.

Especially Aston Martin. Ooh aah.

Well, all that aside, I sometimes now ask myself: is getting a diploma in AE going to define my life, or am I going to find something to define my life by. And I think I might, just might, find solace in competitive race-car driving. It's probably a primeval urge to have the need for speed, but right now, I could really ring up Schumacher and ask him to bring me to the Nürbürgring to have a couple of laps in the F2003. My desire to race competitively is that strong.

Competitive racing is not as low class as most of you might think it is. Race car drivers are every bit as fit as professional athletes like soccer players. They train every day to improve their reflexes and strength, because the stresses of manhandling a 1-tonne vehicle around the racetrack for more than an hour isn't child's play at all. Then there is the car itself, which most of the time is a marvel of engineering. The engine management system, the engine itself, suspension, steering, tyres, the type of material the vehicle's made out of are all wonderful marvels of engineering. It is no exaggeration to say that a race vehicle is a culmination of all the advances mankind has made in machining and materials manufacturing, not to mention metallurgy and composites creation.

And then there's the team behind the car, but that's another story.

The race begins.

a little more conversation...

-rubs hands. Ah, where do I begin, it's been a long while since I've blogged. And that's not counting that rush job of a headline review previous ;)

I'm just days away from having my final year exams. They're on the 31st, 5th and 9th. At least the good people at Scheduling did a fantastic job of spacing them out just right. What I'm really worried about is my Structured Programming test Monday tomorrow. I don't want to fail it, that's why right after this I'm gonna hit the ebook and read up all I can and practice my ass off. I'm so worried.

Things have been going just fine here, at least from my perspective. However, I've a healthy regard for Murphy's Law No. 3: If everything seems to be fine, you obviously don't know what the hell is going on.

How true, m'dear.

I have no idea what happened that night. I was stumbling over and over, like a bumbling idiot. Just couldn't make it work. At last it came out. And, well, to tell the truth, I was squeezing my eyes shut in fear of what I was gonna see. However, it wasn't as bad as I had initially feared, so it's all OK now :). Things are going a-OK for now. Let it be, for a long time to come.

Let's see what else I've missed out. Oh yeah, my 6-week holiday after my SUCCESSFUL EXAMS. I guess I'll go get a job: I really could use the extra dough. And then probably I'll go find meself a new phone. Looking at any 1 of 3 brands: Nokia, Samsung, Sony Ericsson.

Bah, if I can't find any nice ones, I'll just stick to my K608i, a.k.a. Old Faithful. We've been through hell and high water (literally) together, thick and thin, etc. And he's still working fine as ever. Joystick's getting wonky though :(.

Mostly Real News

All right guys, my heartfelt apologies at not updating for the past few days. It's been hectic, and I've not had enough time with myself or with my darling blog. I'd like to spice things back up. Here are some really nice headlines taken off an email I received. Not sure if you fellas have seen them, but here they are. They're really witty, so you need to twist your English around to see the true humour in them. Enjoy!

Crack Found on Governor's Daughter
[Imagine that!]

Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says
[No, really?]

Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers [Now that's taking things a bit far!]

Is There a Ring of Debris around Uranus?
[Not if I wipe thoroughly!]

Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
[What a guy!]

Miners Refuse to Work after Death
[No-good-for- nothing' lazy so-and-sos!]

Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
[See if that works any better than a fair trial!]

War Dims Hope for Peace
[I can see where it might have that effect!]

If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last Awhile
[You think?]

Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures
[Who would have thought!]

Enfield ( London ) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide
[They may be on to something!]

Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges
[You mean there's something stronger than duct tape?]

Man Struck By Lightning: Faces Battery Charge
[he probably IS the battery charge!]

New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
[Weren't they fat enough?!]

Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas
in Spacecraft
[That's what he gets for eating those beans!]

Kids Make Nutritious Snacks
[Taste like chicken?]

Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half
[Chainsaw Massacre all over again!]

Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors
[Boy, are they tall!]

And the winner is....

Typhoon Rips Through
Cemetery; Hundreds Dead

thinking of...

After 5 long years, is this how you want to end it - again? After that previous episode, I don't think anything you do now will faze me. I am tired. I am beyond the point of caring anymore. I'm a very magnanimous person, but sometimes people like you drive me to the brink of insanity. I don't know what I have done wrong. All this time I have been doing what I know best: to be as good a friend as anyone would like to have. But time and again you have proved that I am not up to par with your standards. I won't be as handsome or as "tuned-in" or as rich or be blessed with all-roundedness as other guys you know. I will never possess such qualities. God made me as I am, and I accept that with no equivocations. You have never liked me as I am. Not a single time did I feel that I was someone special to you. You however have been somewhat of an enigma to me: a person whom I enjoy being with, yet hold that enjoyment with a pint of distant regard. You have been, and always will, be someone unique to me in my journey through life.


I shall not drag this final write-up any longer, because there is nothing more to say. You have done this to me once and I don't think you'll hesitate to do it to me again. In this respect, I will never be able to understand you. I'll never be able to fathom the things you do to those who truly want to help you and understand you. People who want to be heard by you but you're too wrapped up in your own small world to care. People who actually do give a damn whether you're hurting or rejoicing.

People who care.

And so on this note, I shall end. I wish not to part with any animosity between us. The time for that has come and gone. Should Lady Luck smile upon us, we might meet again in the distant future. If we do not, then you have my blessings for a sound and peaceful life in the years to come. Live long and prosper, my dear.

Goodbye.


Wong Kai Yi
2345
8th January 2007

today

To say that I felt great with Amy today is an understatement. She's just a great person to be around with. We talked much today, discussed some stuff and generally had a fun time. She passed me my present: a Billabong tee and a little salt shaker in the shape of a little guy. I especially adore the little shaker. That's just great. Honestly I can say that she's the only person from the opposite sex whom I'm really comfortable being with, and whom I really enjoy being around with. I may sound slightly effervescent saying all this ("gushing", anyone?) but it's all true, believe me. I'll never be able to type everything that I enjoyed with her out because it'll never end.

It's all worth it, spending time with someone who really cares.

Got my hair cut at Thomson Plaza. And when I was exiting the building, the most incredible thing happened. I was kind of walking fast, when this youngster who couldn't have possibly been older than me - maybe 1, 2 years younger - approached me from the side. He was pushing for donations. You know those kinds, charity pamphlet in one hand, identity card in the other, pushing for donations for some kind of save-the-kids foundation or some institute for the retarded in which they really should be in (I have my ways of helping these poor people, thank you very much). I was walking fast, when he strode up to me and went "excuse me sir..". Ok here, I might have been slightly abrasive but I simply said "no thanks" and carried on walking. Don't blame me. I've been approached many times by these people and frankly, I don't know whether these fellas and the organization they claim to be representing are legit. Anyway, what happened next was nothing short of bizarre. As I walked away, I clearly heard the fella mutter "wah walk so fast". Now, at this point of time I was so incensed, I had half a mind to do an about-turn and slog him once in his face. But cooler heads have prevailed and so did mine, and I just carried on walking. I simply attribute his sentence to a juvenile and immature expression of annoyance.

What right do these youngsters have to snidely snipe comments at people who refuse to donate? And how can these people so aggressively push their sales pitch (yes, sales pitch) at people like us? Does the NCSS have guidelines drawn up as to protect the donor too? I don't fully blame the young man as he was just doing a job, possibly on a volunteership basis or as a paid employee. What I accuse is the charity (or front organization, dare I say) of using aggressive tactics and emotionally-manipulative stories of destitute children and/or homeless individuals to tug on the heartstrings of donors, and making use of impressionable young people to do their begging for them, in a manner which is wholly inappropriate and invasive. If you're marketing a new clothes rack that dances or a cooking stove which can sing Ave Maria, fine, but don't bring your new Donald-Trump-invented marketing tactics into charity. That's just wrong. I think that even if the people whom these organizations claim to be acting for are genuine, they won't approve of the methods used to collect donations should they hear about them.

This has got to stop. I've half a mind to write in to the Straits Times forum because I don't think I'm the only victim of such overtly-aggressive donation collection. It's time someone said something to prevent another NKF disaster from blowing up.

SCOOP: EXTRA! (warning: several scenes depicted are visually disturbing. viewer discretion is advised)

NURSERY RHYMES: THE REAL LIFE EDITION


NURSERY RHYMES YOUR MOTHER NEVER SANG TO YOU!!

(What the creators were REALLY thinking)

WHAT JACK AND JILL REALLY DID!!







little miss muffet sat on her tuffet eating curds and whey
when suddenly a giant rectum swallowed her whole and shouted FUCKING CB

humpty dumpty sat on the wall, humpty dumpty had a great fall
YER HEAR THAT KIDS? HE'S A FUCKING DUMBASS! DON'T GO SITTING ON WALLS

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb
"Yeah we know."

georgie porgie pudding and pie, kissed the girls and made them cry
then the girls all ganged up on him and thumbtacked his testicles to the innards of a washing machine switched on

Ten green bottles, sitting on the wall
"Carlsberg. Probably the best beer in the world"

one little two little three little indians
four little five little six giant motherfucking n*****

jack be nimble jack be quick
jack go fuck the pogo stick
but he wasn't quick enough so his gonads got burnt by the candle stick. dumb bastard.

baa baa black sheep have you any wool
WTF ARE YOU RACIST?

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
"it comes out from the tap you dumb Frenchman"
when they got up, they forgot about the pail and had sex. then jack fell broke his dick and jill bled like a motherfucker

rock a bye baby on the treetop
who the fuck puts a baby on a treetop. parents ought to be shot.

row row row your boat gently down the stream
when suddenly you lose your oars and are surrounded by cannibals in the middle of the amazon and you wet your pants. not so merry now huh bitch

















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