Good sleep.

Greetings mortals,

I have finally decided to awaken from my seemingly eternal sleep.

I have nothing much to say, really, so I guess I'll just post random thoughts collected off the surface of my minute brain:

1. I'm hungry
2. I love Melissa
3. I love sex
4. 2 and 3 are independent events of each other.
5. My awesome bestfriend's birthday is just next week, I'm so 3xcit3d.
6. I think I'll get her that $1,635 LV bag. OF course it's not expensive, nothing's too expensive for my bestest friend.
7. Maybe I'll sell my house too to get her the A|X dress she's been lusting after.

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Okay being the very busy man that I am, I have to stop here for today, and happy waiting till my next entry!







ps: it's obviously Amy speaking, not kaiyi, for he'll never post his love for sex so openly.
Sexy sexy time!

22nd August

For the first time in a long time, the author of this blog sleeps with a smile on his face.

Every Road Pay

Sorry for the drought of blog posts, I've been busy with studying, driving and racing.

Virtually of course.

I'm listening to Mssr LHL speak about ERP and other such related stuff. Not to sound very political but...

Why not just do away with ERP?

Bah. I can't understand some of the policies instituted by the large man up there on the screen.

Anyway, exams are up! Yeah there be witches and dragons in the coming days ahead. Let's see how they'll go.

Human Factors, 19th (that's tomorrow. More luck, please.)
AAFES, 22nd
AES, 25th
ACNS, 27th

Thankfully I'm going to have some sort of break in the middle. Going to go out with Melissa on the 22nd for the fireworks display at Marina Bay after the paper. It'll be a good one I think. Yay.

L is for the way...

Running on just 2 hours worth of sleep on a Monday is not the best thing that could happen to you. Especially if what fueling you happens to be caffeine.

Lots and lots of it. See, I had to finish this video for my group and it isn't the easiest video in the world to edit, so I had to stay up the whole night, wrack my brains and steel my resolve in, well, resolving it. Instead of my budgeted 3 hours I spent damn near 5 hours fiddling with transitions, effects, cutting, splicing, joining and general finagling. Hell, it would have been much easier to teach a lamppost to tie some shoelaces. Upside down.

Exams and lab tests are just around the corner and I need to buck up very fast or there'll be no more left of me to go around once the vultures descend, in the form of lecturers and parents.

OK I really need to sleep. Catcha guys later and so sorry for the ridiculously worked post.

Gram

Goodbye Grandma.

Thank you for the years you spent with us.

Thank you for the stories you shared.

Thank you for your sound, parted advice.

Thank you for the love and care you showed.

Thank you for everything that you showed you cared.

Thank you, too, for all the idiosyncrasies you ever showed.

Now as we see you lying, peacefully in this ornate wooden box, we think back on the times that you spent with us. They weren't always happy times and no doubt many unwelcome events did happen, but you were first and foremost our elder, our grandmother, and for that we respect you forever.

Goodbye Grandma.

We remember you forever.

A Day To Remember

It's probably too late to be regretting what I should or should not have done. The inevitable's coming, be in no doubt about that. It's just a matter of time. Days, rather.

Her right lung has already filled with fluid and her left is barely functioning - just down to one-fifth of its total capacity. My grandmother is one strong lady but even Mother Nature has her way at times and this unfortunately is one of them. She is completely dependent on oxygen because the doctors tried to take her off it for 2 hours today and it went downhill from there, so they put her back on.

She can't eat because she's already so weak and can barely breathe. Just 4 mouthfuls is enough to make her exhausted. Sleeping is the only way the body knows how to conserve what little precious remaining power there is and that's exactly what it did. To that effect it has slurred her speech and has made her totally unable to finish more than 6 sentences before running out of puff at the 7th.

I guess after 90 years, your body simply does not want to work any more. It's seen its fair share of abuse and care over the years but no matter what you do, us being humans, it all comes to an end one day. It's never in our psyche to believe that we can fall one day and never get back up again but this is exactly what's happening to my grandma now, right in front of my very eyes.

Whichever holy being is up there, I strongly urge you to send your messenger down and deliver the final rites. It would mean so much to us. Please.

My friend who was

I am fed up. Utterly, completely fed up. I felt have pain in this friendship for too long and it's time I did something about it.


I'm not going to care any more. I cannot waste my time on someone who does not understand that I do.

You have ceased to affect me now.

A letter to the Man Above

Dear To-All-Entities-Considered-Holy,

I'll keep this short, because you guys probably get stuff like this a million times a day. How you keep track I have no idea because even with all the organizers in the world, I couldn't either.

My grandmother does not have long left. We all know this - and you guys should too. With what remaining time she has left among the human race, please grant her all the happiness you could possibly give to anyone, ever. Absolve her of her transgressions, violations and shortfalls so that when she finally does go, it'll be a moment of realisation to those that surround her. For we know that if you guys do that, she'll be in a place that is free of all Earthly sins and pain and that she'll be happy ever after, for eternity.

Thanks fellas. Hope to hear from whoever does your emails up there.

I love the whole world

I shall not beat about the bush on this. Because it concerns how I feel about something and ultimately, something which is close to my heart.

I cannot maintain my composure on this situation because it would be tantamount to lying to the feelings which run deep.

For such a long time I have given chance after chance but somehow nothing ever seemed to materialise. I am not one to grasp a modicum of a chance to end it and I never will. But as all humans go we are, after all, created with emotions and feelings which infinitesimally influence our actions and temperament. And I declare that as of today, I shall be giving no quarter any more. That is my final decision and try as you might shaken I shall be not.

How do I look like to you? Am I a person of comparatively lesser importance then any others? Or are you simply an individual with such morals that each time you encounter something like that, you demonstrate an entire lack of compassion and simply turn the other way. To put it very simply, it makes me feel like shit. Time and again it has been in me to forgive you, to think that all this was merely a veneer of your true self, that what you had underneath was a greener, more mercifully tender side. I guess it's a little bit different now. It makes me think myself a fool to have unconditionally given you chances all these years.

You have been compassionate - concerned, even - these years and those were times which I enjoyed most. We have enjoyed many pleasant times together and it was then which I believed that we'd be pals forever. But why did you turn around so fast and leave me addled? Why this change that too changed me? Why can't you see what you're doing to me?

Friends, they say, last forever. Friends stand up for you when you're in the deepest muck ever imaginable. Friends share your tears, your smiles, your frowns, your sarcasm, your idiosyncrasies, your sadness, your love, joy and laughter. If it ever came to it I'd unhesitatingly lay down my life for my best friends because I know they'd do it for me too.

I wonder if you ever feel this way about me.

P.S. Thanks to the two guys (you know who you are) who talked me through this. You guys come second to none. As always.

****

Do watch this video. It's so lovely and uplifting. It almost brought tears to my eyes, it did. It's Discovery Channel's new mashup and it's the best I've seen in my life.

Random

Do you know how many books can keep you alive for a few months? Well a million, if you consider Homer's The Iliad, which I've just bought along with a few thousand others. I mean you'd buy Clarkson's books if he was an author you liked too. Just like people like James Patterson or Tom Clancy or whomever suits your fancy this week, I like Jeremy Clarkson. No coincidence there that he's the main presenter for Top Gear. Extremely witty and quick thinking, he's the backbone of the program, the backing of things. His metaphors are the stuff of legend and his similes are simply, utterly brilliant. No other word for it.

I wanna be Clarkson. No. I want his job.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper

Peter Piper did no such damn thing. He was on dope.

Anyway, how has life been. I know how mine has been because it basically is stuffed full with so much nonsense and rubbish that it makes a garbage truck look like a Fiat 500. In pink.

But like every Fiat 500, there are good and bad points to it. Chiefly the good points, because it's such a darn good drive every time you hop in. And one of the good points I will mention is about my friend, A.

A is a friend of mine ever since I started school and we've enjoyed a cordial friendship over the past 2 years. But recently we've started to talk more and be more genial and for lack of a better word, be friendlier to each other. We've had our share of bickering and misunderstanding between each other. So it's surprising that despite our rather strong personalities, we've survived. And I can tell you that A is one of the friends whom I can sincerely call close and immediate. A true friend in every sense of the word and I can safely bet that not many people can lay claim to be that. In my eye A is one of truly unique people whom I'm more than fortunate to be acquainted with. Let there be more of this.

Enough of the soppy commentary. Did anyone see the British Grand Prix? I tell you, lap 4 of the race was the most exciting chiefly because Britain overtook Finland and Hamilton shot to the front of the pack in one decisive pass past teammate Kovalainen. Not to mention the 6 utterly spectacular spins Massa performed for the cameras every 5 laps. I don't blame the poor Brazilian. The track was sopping wet no thanks to the atrocious weather at Silverstone. And something was wrong with his car's setup too. He only needed to touch the throttle a wee bit more coming out of the corners to make his car spin. Terribly odd. I'm sure everyone else was doing that but only he was the one doing a Swan Lake.

Let's have more of that too.

Happy 4th of July and chicken rice

Bah I've been so lazy to blog these few days. Must be the horrid weather I think. Everytime I go out, I feel like I'm breathing through a sponge and that a small weather system must have formed inside my clothes. It's beastly. Honestly I think it would be cooler inside a blast furnace at full power. With me inside an anorak. With double insulation.

It's 4th of July! Happy Independence Day USA! Sadly our single day of rejoice for our beloved country is a couple of months away. And I maintain that that is probably the only day I feel proud of Singapore, the rest of them being spent on bitchings and grumblings about high COE prices, endless fare hikes and that expensive chicken rice which used to be $2 a plate. Enough is enough, I say. It's time we petitioned the Government and make them give us cheap chicken rice. This preposterous increment in food prices cannot be tolerated.

Bah I'm just rambling here cos I dunno what else to say. Plenty of things that I could talk about, naturally but I can't be bothered to announce them to the world because 1. no one could be bothered and 2. the $2 plate of chicken rice will still be $3.50.

God Save US.

Who the fuck are Ferrari

Glory, glory, McLaren,
Glory, glory, McLaren,
Glory, glory, McLaren,
As the Macs go marching on, on, on.

Just like Alain Prost in days gone by
We'll keep the Silver flags flying high
You've got to see yourself from far and wide
You've got to hear the V-8s roar with pride

McLaren! McLaren!
We're the boys in Silver and we're on our way to Silverstone
Silverstone! Silverstone!
We're the famous McLaren and we're going to Silverstone
Silverstone! Silverstone!
We're the famous McLaren and we're going to Silverstone

There you go, Ferrari. How about some silverware for the finish, eh? Let's hope Lew gets his act together this weekend and we see a great spectacle of proper motor racing at its best. It's your homeground Lew, so stop thinking about the next girl you're going to bed and focus on winning the damn race.

Don't forget the offer Ron made you if you won that 08 and 09 season. 

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!"

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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.