I have had a very good trip, more so than I previously thought I would. More on it later. Ta.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Reading list...
D n D
D n D = Dinner and dance or Do Not Disturb?
Sigh and will probably be homeless in Melbourne soon if I don't do anything soon...bleah.
And most ironically, recent events in my life seems to parallel some of the lessons or critical thinking I am supposed to learn in Philosophy 1010. I wonder.
But like my friend said, perphaps I been thinking too much lately. So that probably counts for nothing. Oh well, Melbourne here I come...for the third time again.
Mood: Excited
Sigh and will probably be homeless in Melbourne soon if I don't do anything soon...bleah.
And most ironically, recent events in my life seems to parallel some of the lessons or critical thinking I am supposed to learn in Philosophy 1010. I wonder.
But like my friend said, perphaps I been thinking too much lately. So that probably counts for nothing. Oh well, Melbourne here I come...for the third time again.
Mood: Excited
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Thursday, September 16, 2004
My parting note
SSA Sports 2004 Report
2004 has been a fruitful and busy year for us. There were a few major activities spread out through the year and it is with the support of our members that we could participate and organise some of these.
The first major event was the AISA games which is organised by the International Students Services to promote better relationships between the many international students organisations/clubs in the university. We participated in badminton, football, basketball and volleyball and we are pleased to report we came in second overall after the Indonesian Students Association.
The next major event we took part in was the Wollongong Games. We chartered a bus and took up a football team together with the team from University of Sydney’s Club Singapura. It was a fulfilling day even though the weather was gloomy and overcast the whole time we were there and it is noteworthy that a more active interaction between the SSAs from the universities in the Sydney metropolitan area and Wollongong University is encouraged with sporting activities.
We also took part in the 7 aside football tournament organised by the Asian Sports Association, we managed to reach the semi finals.
The last major event was the National Day Games jointly organised by UNSW SSA Sports and USYD Club Singapura. We took part in both the basketball (male/female) and 6-aside football tournament. Our ladies did us proud by clinching the gold medals with their wonderful performance against USYD.
Other points to note:
There were feedbacks from some members that it would be better if other activities like tennis/beach volleyball could be held. Their comments are much appreciated and we will endeavour to organise other sporting events on both competitive and friendly basis with other student clubs and/or SSA of other universities.
We hope that members could be more forthcoming with the events they wish to take place and we will give our best efforts to organise and support to make it come through.
In concluding, the sports directors would like to give their thanks and appreciation to the executive committee for giving their support and commitment for all the events and activities, and lastly, the SSA committee would like to thank all the members who gave their time and support to participate in the games throughout the year, it would have been impossible without their support.
2004 has been a fruitful and busy year for us. There were a few major activities spread out through the year and it is with the support of our members that we could participate and organise some of these.
The first major event was the AISA games which is organised by the International Students Services to promote better relationships between the many international students organisations/clubs in the university. We participated in badminton, football, basketball and volleyball and we are pleased to report we came in second overall after the Indonesian Students Association.
The next major event we took part in was the Wollongong Games. We chartered a bus and took up a football team together with the team from University of Sydney’s Club Singapura. It was a fulfilling day even though the weather was gloomy and overcast the whole time we were there and it is noteworthy that a more active interaction between the SSAs from the universities in the Sydney metropolitan area and Wollongong University is encouraged with sporting activities.
We also took part in the 7 aside football tournament organised by the Asian Sports Association, we managed to reach the semi finals.
The last major event was the National Day Games jointly organised by UNSW SSA Sports and USYD Club Singapura. We took part in both the basketball (male/female) and 6-aside football tournament. Our ladies did us proud by clinching the gold medals with their wonderful performance against USYD.
Other points to note:
There were feedbacks from some members that it would be better if other activities like tennis/beach volleyball could be held. Their comments are much appreciated and we will endeavour to organise other sporting events on both competitive and friendly basis with other student clubs and/or SSA of other universities.
We hope that members could be more forthcoming with the events they wish to take place and we will give our best efforts to organise and support to make it come through.
In concluding, the sports directors would like to give their thanks and appreciation to the executive committee for giving their support and commitment for all the events and activities, and lastly, the SSA committee would like to thank all the members who gave their time and support to participate in the games throughout the year, it would have been impossible without their support.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Chick Flick Trauma
Abandoned my dying overdued assignment last night for a movie with some friends.
It was a Chick Flick that comes with the usual works, nothing particularly outstanding except for the goosebumps it comes with at certain oh-I so-know-what's-going-to-happen-next scenes. Its a good movie to take a date/girlfriend out with if one don't mind the accompanying comments later like:" Oh How I wish my wedding is like this", "Why don't you ever treat me like this?" etc.
But I don't have one, so its a moot point. Haha.
Michael Jackson must be "thrilled" to have his Thriller featured quite a fair bit throughout the movie, yeah, the royalties will save a little of his tender little ass from some million dollars of debts he owes I reckon.
Oh the movie is Suddenly 30.
Yes, I love Jennifer Garner. Mmmmm....muscular sexy back...drools.
Went on to the Regent for a few rounds of beer after the flick. It was both interesting and entertaining. Nice friends I have.
Saw my first fist fight in Australia by Stupid when Drunk White Males. Woo hoo!
Must say I discover once again my knack for the mathematical game of 5-10-15-20... Hehe.
Laterz. Gotta attempt resuscitation procedures on ASS-signment.
It was a Chick Flick that comes with the usual works, nothing particularly outstanding except for the goosebumps it comes with at certain oh-I so-know-what's-going-to-happen-next scenes. Its a good movie to take a date/girlfriend out with if one don't mind the accompanying comments later like:" Oh How I wish my wedding is like this", "Why don't you ever treat me like this?" etc.
But I don't have one, so its a moot point. Haha.
Michael Jackson must be "thrilled" to have his Thriller featured quite a fair bit throughout the movie, yeah, the royalties will save a little of his tender little ass from some million dollars of debts he owes I reckon.
Oh the movie is Suddenly 30.
Yes, I love Jennifer Garner. Mmmmm....muscular sexy back...drools.
Went on to the Regent for a few rounds of beer after the flick. It was both interesting and entertaining. Nice friends I have.
Saw my first fist fight in Australia by Stupid when Drunk White Males. Woo hoo!
Must say I discover once again my knack for the mathematical game of 5-10-15-20... Hehe.
Laterz. Gotta attempt resuscitation procedures on ASS-signment.
Friday, September 10, 2004
So strange and yet so familar
Mobius strip anyone?
All the things that happened and that is going to happen, seems like its repeating itself in an infinite loop, just little variations that occur stochastically to make it seem different each time. I guess this is what they mean by Deja Vu (I don't care for spelling it correctly, so those pedantic ones can go consume bovine wastes).
My hair is growing out again. Sian. Just going to ignore it until before the Dinner and Dance.
My SLSP is going to the shits as far as I know my own situation.
And I begin to detect a pattern of the various interactions that people have with me recently. Does being an tunnel expressway that is not wanted anywhere rings a bell?
Sigh.
All the things that happened and that is going to happen, seems like its repeating itself in an infinite loop, just little variations that occur stochastically to make it seem different each time. I guess this is what they mean by Deja Vu (I don't care for spelling it correctly, so those pedantic ones can go consume bovine wastes).
My hair is growing out again. Sian. Just going to ignore it until before the Dinner and Dance.
My SLSP is going to the shits as far as I know my own situation.
And I begin to detect a pattern of the various interactions that people have with me recently. Does being an tunnel expressway that is not wanted anywhere rings a bell?
Sigh.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Feel so sick...
I feel so sick at myself. And I feel sick and unwell. Am I just a little unwell or am I just sinking into a hole that I dug for me, myself and I?
Well done...
in one little brief stroke, I was branded as a rumour monger.
Sigh.
No fault of anyone.
Just 'marvelling' at the recklessness of it all.
I got to study.
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This reminded me of a little memory that I thought I have buried long long long ago.
It was way back when I was still in primary four.
No one wanted to be the class monitor and because I was the 'helpful' one in class. I was made one by the form teacher.
That was in the first week of the new school term.
But one day, I forgot to bring in a piece of homework.
The form teacher, whether she was livid or not I forgot, but I think I vaguely remembered her words to the effect that I was not a good example and then promptly stripped me of the 'title' there and then.
Now back then being a Class 'insert-whatever-you-fancy-title' was a big deal and especially if that one gives you authority to keep the class quiet when the teacher wasn't around.
Getting stripped of that 'powerful' title, now that was tramautising for a nine and a half years old kid.
Today just brought back one of those feelings.
Sigh.
No fault of anyone.
Just 'marvelling' at the recklessness of it all.
I got to study.
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This reminded me of a little memory that I thought I have buried long long long ago.
It was way back when I was still in primary four.
No one wanted to be the class monitor and because I was the 'helpful' one in class. I was made one by the form teacher.
That was in the first week of the new school term.
But one day, I forgot to bring in a piece of homework.
The form teacher, whether she was livid or not I forgot, but I think I vaguely remembered her words to the effect that I was not a good example and then promptly stripped me of the 'title' there and then.
Now back then being a Class 'insert-whatever-you-fancy-title' was a big deal and especially if that one gives you authority to keep the class quiet when the teacher wasn't around.
Getting stripped of that 'powerful' title, now that was tramautising for a nine and a half years old kid.
Today just brought back one of those feelings.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
I think...
it is getting increasingly easier about not caring what others need or want.
Why?
At the expense of my own?
For what?
Altruism?
Friendship?
I wonder.
Once someone told somebody who kept on passing the message on until it reached my ears, that friendship is after all a nicer way to make use of each other.
Of course the message has been distorted by the time I post this here. Hell, even I don't know it anymore.
Life sucks.
Therefore go have a Chupa Chups.
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On the Russian School Children Hostages Crisis.
I am so sorry for all the bastardy things that the adults in this world ever cared to inflict on innocent children.
Those bastards and bitches should die a painful death.
There is no reason or rhymne as to any justification that those bastards and bitches can take to do such a terrible thing.
Fuck this.
Why?
At the expense of my own?
For what?
Altruism?
Friendship?
I wonder.
Once someone told somebody who kept on passing the message on until it reached my ears, that friendship is after all a nicer way to make use of each other.
Of course the message has been distorted by the time I post this here. Hell, even I don't know it anymore.
Life sucks.
Therefore go have a Chupa Chups.
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On the Russian School Children Hostages Crisis.
I am so sorry for all the bastardy things that the adults in this world ever cared to inflict on innocent children.
Those bastards and bitches should die a painful death.
There is no reason or rhymne as to any justification that those bastards and bitches can take to do such a terrible thing.
Fuck this.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
...
Care not, want not.
Pray not, wish not.
Take not, give not.
Say not, think not.
Try not, fall not.
Stay not, linger not.
Laugh not, cry not.
Hate not, love not, hurt not.
Pray not, wish not.
Take not, give not.
Say not, think not.
Try not, fall not.
Stay not, linger not.
Laugh not, cry not.
Hate not, love not, hurt not.
Of the cold night...
Darkness. Crept up silently.
So gently did it tread.
Warmth. Yanked away so suddenly.
The stars had shone so brightly, gently.
Like the hope of a distant land.
And it hailed.
So harshly, so majestically.
The Wind. Bored down to the marrow.
Lightning. Pierced through my eyes.
So blinding and yet so softly.
A Song. Rang through the heavy formless air.
Woeful and despair were its theme.
A Game. That wasn't meant to be played.
Hopelessness was its rules.
And so the Prince of Darkness, slothful and yet artful,
took the heart and buried it.
In a distant land, beyond the marshes, deep beneath and above lay the cold damp earth.
So gently did it tread.
Warmth. Yanked away so suddenly.
The stars had shone so brightly, gently.
Like the hope of a distant land.
And it hailed.
So harshly, so majestically.
The Wind. Bored down to the marrow.
Lightning. Pierced through my eyes.
So blinding and yet so softly.
A Song. Rang through the heavy formless air.
Woeful and despair were its theme.
A Game. That wasn't meant to be played.
Hopelessness was its rules.
And so the Prince of Darkness, slothful and yet artful,
took the heart and buried it.
In a distant land, beyond the marshes, deep beneath and above lay the cold damp earth.
Nice Cut and Paste
Here's a nice one:
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, just remember this mayonnaise jar and the beer story:
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous yes.
The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff.If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you willnever have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal.Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter.Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."
Of other people's delusions...
Hahahaha, this is what I call being delusional.....courtesy of katie.
"Just to tell you guys. You know the wonderfully slick advertisement portraying the SAF hunks in action.. with the slogan "ARMY, THE DECISIVE FORCE", the one that gets me all fired up everytime its played on TV. Well it's also played on repeat mode (rotating with some other ads) on the TV screens of the North East MRT line which i live along. Well, i always make it a point to keep my eyes peeled for it whenever i am on the train. And today i got on the train as usual, and to my surprise, sitting right beneath the screen are 2 soldiers. One in no.3 and the other in no.4.
As i was watching the ad, i looked at the 2 soldiers in horror.
The one in no.4 had no rank, Mickey Mouse ears, looked absolutely dopey, is so skinny i reckon he's below 50kg, wore a cheap looking rubber watch with cartoons on it. He totally looked like the antithesis of what i had envisioned, and the TOTAL OPPOSITE of the macho soldiers on the screen above him!!!! The one in no.3 was little better, looked "tut" and nondescript, although not as wimpy and skinny as his friend in no.4, hardly cutting the dashing, manly, macho and buff figure I had in my mind. Goodness me! And how ironic that I had to witness the juxtaposition of the video and 2 geeky and unmanly soldiers right by each other!Arrrgh!
What a let down and total wet blanket!I was left with the conclusion that only the regulars who have signed on with the army possess the spirit that I am lusting for and am enthralled with, correct me if i'm wrong. I deduced, those who are conscripted (NSF) and going on with it wishing to get it over and done with obviously don't have the willingness, spirit or desire to serve the nation or fit the archetype I have in mind. "
"Just to tell you guys. You know the wonderfully slick advertisement portraying the SAF hunks in action.. with the slogan "ARMY, THE DECISIVE FORCE", the one that gets me all fired up everytime its played on TV. Well it's also played on repeat mode (rotating with some other ads) on the TV screens of the North East MRT line which i live along. Well, i always make it a point to keep my eyes peeled for it whenever i am on the train. And today i got on the train as usual, and to my surprise, sitting right beneath the screen are 2 soldiers. One in no.3 and the other in no.4.
As i was watching the ad, i looked at the 2 soldiers in horror.
The one in no.4 had no rank, Mickey Mouse ears, looked absolutely dopey, is so skinny i reckon he's below 50kg, wore a cheap looking rubber watch with cartoons on it. He totally looked like the antithesis of what i had envisioned, and the TOTAL OPPOSITE of the macho soldiers on the screen above him!!!! The one in no.3 was little better, looked "tut" and nondescript, although not as wimpy and skinny as his friend in no.4, hardly cutting the dashing, manly, macho and buff figure I had in my mind. Goodness me! And how ironic that I had to witness the juxtaposition of the video and 2 geeky and unmanly soldiers right by each other!Arrrgh!
What a let down and total wet blanket!I was left with the conclusion that only the regulars who have signed on with the army possess the spirit that I am lusting for and am enthralled with, correct me if i'm wrong. I deduced, those who are conscripted (NSF) and going on with it wishing to get it over and done with obviously don't have the willingness, spirit or desire to serve the nation or fit the archetype I have in mind. "
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Of Emails...
My unimail account was over the set quota recently as indicated by those unfeeling icons on the interface.
I must be stupid or something since I can't for the life of me figure out how to delete my old emails so as to keep below the 20mb quota. I have accumulated a whole lot of emails since my first day in the uni.
My sentimental ways extend even to my emails.
Sometimes, I scare even myself.
Anyway, everytime I tried to move some of the old messages to the trash can, this stupefying message keeps on popping up saying there is some error in moving the messages to the trash can. This meant I cannot clear my inbox. Therefore I am stuck with a screwed account.
Sigh, technology so fazes me.
I must be stupid or something since I can't for the life of me figure out how to delete my old emails so as to keep below the 20mb quota. I have accumulated a whole lot of emails since my first day in the uni.
My sentimental ways extend even to my emails.
Sometimes, I scare even myself.
Anyway, everytime I tried to move some of the old messages to the trash can, this stupefying message keeps on popping up saying there is some error in moving the messages to the trash can. This meant I cannot clear my inbox. Therefore I am stuck with a screwed account.
Sigh, technology so fazes me.
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