Exams are over!

So the dreaded 3 horsemen of the Apocalypse (yes yes there are more than 3) have passed and now I only dread their results. Please horsemen, give me a chance. I'm only 19.

Went to The Adelphi for the first time to Jaben to try on their sex toys aka aural sex toys aka earphones. If you guys don't know, Jaben is to the audio community here what Cold Storage is to the supermarkets in Singapore, except with exclusivity thrown in. They stock a huuuuge range of audio products and brands and it's no exaggeration to mention that they really do know their stuff well. Obviously they don't go right down to the nitty gritty technical details but they do know how to help you make a purchase. AND I think I'm gonna get a pair of sexphones from them, the Koss Portapros. I'm deliberating between them and the beyerdynamic DTX800 but the Koss appeals so much more on price and dynamicism. It's just totally unbeatable for that price and they look oh-so-good. Thanks Jerold for turning me into an audiophile yes, albeit not as insane as you.

Oh and they throw in free food every Friday. Go visit at 1 Coleman Street, 04-16 The Adelphi or simply visit their website. To some, it's a porn site. To others, pure listening heaven or as they call it, "Audio Salvation".

Oh and I introduced Jerold to Timbre today. Went up to Armenian Street and watched from the outside as 53A performed yet again. The minute we crossed the street to Armenian I could hear Sara doing their routine of Stop and Stare again, the same song we heard when Audrey, Yiming and I headed there after a failed attempt at MoS. That song now reminds me of that day we went there and the atmosphere at accompanied it which is pretty nostalgic and just captures the essence of that outing so well. Hope it happens again. Ah.

Koss Portapros. The ultimate in aural sex. Sort of. Almost.

eman Street 1Oh
04-16 The Adelphi

Blather

"Echelon 2-9, fifteen thousand heavy, come around to two-one-seven, maintain flight level three-eight-five."
"Roger Sentry, coming round now. Where's the sonofabitch?"
"Ah, he's, ah, at two-one-zero at four-two miles"
"Fuck him. What the hell's he doing? He's been there for the past hour."
"No idea, Echelon. He's been keeping pace at that exact speed and position. We're working on it"
"Damn well better hurry up. If he shoots one more of those things the gloves are off, man."
"Careful Echelon. We don't know what this new stuff can do. It's totally untested."
"Yeah but I don't give a shit. Thing is, he's - oh shit he launched! He launched! Fucker just fired! Fuck!"
"Echelon, break, break, break. Vector one-zero-five, deploy chaff. Echelon. Echelon, do you copy?"
"Echelon, Sentry. Do you copy?"
"Echelon. Do you copy?"
"Echelon. Do you copy?"
"Echelon come in, this is Sentry."

*****

My right ankle's busted man. And it felt worse than previous days. Monday when it happened, everything was fine, even if it was a bit painful. But today, 4 days after I went running, it simply became worse. Like it's completely broken, though of course that's not the case.

I need some ligaments!

Exams are going to be over tomorrow and none too soon, thank goodness. Even though I know exams are a way of testing yourself and seeing how much you know yadda yadda but hell, who likes examinations?

We've only got 4 Minutes To Save The World

"So, Mr Sunderland, have you made your decision?"
"I'm afraid I haven't, sir. Could I please have more time?"
"You have had most of the day to ponder it. That's quite enough."
"But the mechanisms for it aren't up yet. It would take me some time to rectify it."
"That's your problem. This triviality delays me."
"But it isn't finished! This is a critical time now. It's unprecedented in what we do here and it entails deeper deliberation."
"You do understand the consequence of this, Mr Sunderland."
"No, please sir, just give me three hours. Just three is all I ask. Please sir. Don't do this."
"I'm sorry Henry, but that's just 3 hours we don't have. Sean."
"Yes sir."
"NO!"

* * * *

Exams are so near, so near. I wished I had more time. But I don't, so Kai Yi, go for it.



We've only got four minutes to save the world.

Top Gear July Issue

As close to sex as car geeks can come to.


Exactly who can resist the sight of 3 of the most powerful supercars on the cover of the most titillating magazine ever? That'll be 3 Veyrons on Top Gear magazine, please.


Oh and that large box there with "Summer Supercar Festival"....oh boy.

Firefox 3...DOWNLOADED!

IT'S HERE!


I'VE GOT IT DOWNLOADED!


THE CURE FOR CANCER! YES!


THE BIG O

Firefox 3

Latest update from the frontlines is that the Mozilla site is down and no one is getting anything from there. Nothing useful to be learned from that quarter then.

Apparently some industry experts are cautioning against rushing to download the hallowed FF3. Mostly because of bugs and security fixes, they say. But I don't care. I should care, but I don't care.

IT'S FIREFOX 3 MAN IT'S LIKE THE CURE FOR CANCER

Till then, we shall wait.


www.spreadfirefox.com

www.mozilla.com

Download Firefox 3 Day!

Probably the most important browser release of 2008 would be that of Firefox 3, which is slated for release at 12am 17th June US Time, which translates into probably 1am on the 18th for us.

So for those of you who abhorr the Dark Side (i.e. IE), wish to repel those subversive demons wanting to gain entry into your hallowed computer via a loophole (i.e. IE), and want to be seen as savvy and understanding and safe and NOT to follow mainstream (i.e. IE), then you just have to get yourself a copy of Firefox 3, the latest browser from the people who know what to make of them.

Bolero

Seeing as things are a bit quieter now (2 in ze morning), I shall blog...

Had dinner with Amy just now. Thanks babe for helping me pay for my dinner cos I was flat broke and that's quite embarrassing. Shall return the favour. I was bloody full because we had shitloads of desserts to eat. In fact, I think no breakfast for me tomorrow. Hmm =) . We walked around a fair bit and listened to songs from her phone. Have yet to return your notes. Remember.


What the hell, the ending of Lost Season 3 is mucho disappointing. I have Season 4 and I'm looking forward to watching it but WHAT THE HELL. Jack becomes drunk and Kate falls in love and marries another guy? Correct me if I'm wrong but wasn't Kate supposed to be the one who was supposedly to be madly in love with him on the island? The way I see it, Jack will be the next to go. As in John Locke go. Mad. And I think all those flashes of themselves back in civilisation? Ah. Herein lies the confusion.

People wonder whether they had been rescued. In actual fact yes they have and those flashbacks to their lives in civilisation aren't flashbacks, but the main part of the story. The parts that are on the island are the flashbacks. Get it? It's in reverse.





I've just realised that my life isn't as shitty as I'd thought it was. Some people's lives are in pretty bad shape too, some more so. Well as they say, your life is in your hands. You have the POWER to make things happen. Suits me just fine.

I'm a father of two

So I met up with my Music Appreciation group today to complete our project on Monsieur Ravel. I lied. I actually met - out of the remaining three - Melissa, who was nice and uncomplaining enough to come down at 10 to City Hall. They thought I was kidding when I texted them the day before to come down so early. Must have mistyped, him - should have been 1pm! Sorry guys, I know I have should informed you all sooner. Muh bad.

Anyway we went to Starbucks at City Hall where I Melissa had a hazelnut latte and I a dinky doppio espresso, which in actual fact is nothing more than coffee grounds with a teaspoon of water thrown in. Effing bitter shit for $4.20. Sonofabitch. We managed to complete a good bit of the powerpoint slides before Simon (minus Alvin and Theodore) came to join us from Jurong West. Didn't know chipmunks lived that far west =) . Cuthbert, sigh, ultimate. I guess he kinda forgot that I had texted him yesterday and therefore he had no idea we were meeting. It was great fun anyway - we managed to complete everything. Hope you guys can pronounce all that French. If not, learn French. Not that I do.

Ha ha XD .


Oh here's a Wikipedia article you all should read. Gilbert screenshot this the minute it was changed because the second I went to view that entry, it was changed to its rightful state, a.k.a. with Italy being champions...




All together now: GLORY, GLORY, ZAMBIA...

Sigh

Sigh.

Sigh.

I'm starting to think that it wasn't such a good idea after all to have __________________.

Sure it's fun when you do it, but when you stop.

Everything stops.

You feel exhausted.

Sure you were the one who initiated it. But should you have followed through?

It's dangerous when you do it, without necessary precautions. You might get ___________.

Or something worse.

You might regret that you ever did it.

Things might happen. You'll start to blame yourself.

For not thinking through it properly.

And you can't reverse it.

Your life might forever be changed by the reckless decision you made.

So the next time you think about doing it, stop.

And think.

Am I making the right decision?

Patrick's POP

Viper Company! Hoo-rah!



Parents coming through! Parents coming through!


So dear Pat's parents couldn't turn up for their son's POP, hence Gilbert and I filled in the roles of paternal leaders instead. It was pretty odd to be among the hordes of parents waiting to see their son through this very special time in his life: a time where the men are distinguished from the boys, and the weak weeded out from the strong.


His passing-out parade.


I was quite happy to be there for him, since we've all been friends since the dinosaurs were babies and Jesus was still a small boy. And I'd like to think he'd do the same for us too. Okay enough of the soppy shit, let's get down to the real business. PHOTOS. Huazhi, James Tan, Gedeon and some other Cat High guys were there too but we didn't manage to take pictures with them. Mucho apologies guys, but still...CONGRATS ON POP-ing!

Patrick and David Hauw in the photo. Can see?

Gilbert with Patrick. My camera could not detect Patrick's face. Presumably he has none.

I with Patrick

Some random fat guy, Patrick and Gilbert. Again my camera could not detect Patrick's face.

Hamsum guy sial

Chick 1

Chick 2

Eh last two pictures were Patrick's idea. We would have taken more if my darned photo-capturing device hadn't run out of extra juice. There were like 5 more chicks to take photos of.

Funny pics

Indian Police Force...NOT

Americans do not understand geography






Just hilarious

Thanks Gilbert for the laughter that brightened my day

New MP3 player!

Many thanks to Audrey for looking at the Creative Zen and deciding to tell me to buy it. She did notice I kept having to delete songs from my overloaded player and was nice enough to help me buy it - albeit refurbished - and I'll soon have a new mp3 player! Thank you so much for all that :)

Now I can safely junk that Zen V Plus which I have been babying for nearly 2 years now. The reason why I wanna get rid of it is because 1. the screen is dying (dumbass OLED. I TEACH YOU HOW TO FABRICATE IT LA COS I'M DOING IT TOO), 2. the screen is too small, 3. it's got a pathetic battery life. Strange then, seeing as I also did buy it using my own money. Ah but well it's inconsequential. Stuff gets thrown away.


*****


START STUDYING MR WONG, START STUDYING OR YOU'RE GONNA GET FUCKED DURING MST

Camps...zipped and over

Finally...finally

All my camps are....wait for it...OVER!


Not to say that I'm enjoying the fact that they are over. I really relished them while I could and wish I could relive them over again. But ah well that's why the saying "All good things come to an end" exists. So that's what you get. And do pardon the disjointed and perhaps even meaningless sentences that I may sporadically eke out during this long essay that I'm about to write.

Aviation. Not a word you'd associate with camps but we did have one and it was pretty spectacular. Not to say that we didn't have our fair share of major and minor fuck ups but overall I think we performed pretty well for planning a major camp for the first time. I hope no one feels badly toward the camp because plenty of people did put in Herculean effort to make everything come true, so here's a huge JOB WELL DONE to everyone who made it possible. Especially to Edwin, Lina, Wai Siong, YM - you people were nothing short of brilliant. No matter what you say, you people made the camp run. Not exactly like clockwork, but something like that.

As for me, bah. I think that although I did my best to contribute, somehow that didn't seem enough to me. I'm not calling for a second chance but somehow it seemed that even though I was part of the camp committee, my position was diminished for whatever reason. Not exactly sure where I went wrong, ehh but well, could have been worse!


SP JCC camp! Now it was my turn to have fun. We made camp at 1230 on Monday, which was just one day after Aviation Camp. I think at most I had slept just 8 hours - should have been more, like 10 I think. Met up with Audrey first where we had lunch, then after some admin work the group came together and I met my new, eh clubmates for the first time. No surprise that I was the only year 3 there. God, did that make me feel old.

During the camp, we had to come up with a cheer plus a flag. Not going into the boring details of how we made both, but I will say that it was strange that we thought both of ours was going to be worse off than the rest, but which in reality was totally different. Our flag in fact looked better than the rest and skit - even though it was totally last minute, stole the show and got 2nd place.

We had an encore.

4 encores to be precise. We would have honoured the 4th if I hadn't run out of lyrics to chant about, my bad. But whatever it is, Ding Liang, Jack (spam material and cannon fodder, lol!), Kin Phang, Wei Sheng, Sheng Yang, Jing Xiu, Yvonne, Meiying, Zachary and not to mention our fantastic facilitator Audrey (promotion, cough) were simply brilliant and made the skit a true success in every sense of the word.

I could not have been in a better group.