This can usually be found on Twitter.
This guy seems pretty cool. Or a pretty good example of The Power of One. It is kind of inspiring, isn't it? I'm impressed.
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That is all (until later).
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Ha, so alliterative.
But it's true. It's why I've been "under the weather" lately; I'm just hideously bored. It's like I'm sitting around doing nothing (important, before you interject the whole but-you've-got-assignments-to-do line; it's important that it be important) and it's getting to me. If I don't have anything interesting to do by 1am, I'm putting out another RadioGenocide, just to keep myself occupied. Pbbt. I suppose the worse of the lot is that, in just three months (19th May! It's less than three months!), I'll be spending my time doing something ... well, probably equally pointless, but:
Three months. It feels so long, but it's going to go by just like that. Wow.
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Just got in to SPS, after getting caught in on heck of a rainstorm (I am going to come down with a cold after this, for sure). The funniest bit is that I didn't get caught in it, at all. I got to NUH, stopped for dinner, locked up my bike, and just as soon as I'd stepped under covers, it began to rain like Noah's flood (or a good Bombay shower - but then again, this is really an early April shower, isn't it?). So, after lunch, I had to walk out into the rain, unlock my bike, drag it up the steps and through the slippery Science fac, and into S16 dripping from head to toe - when, obviously, I had to step right back into the rain to get to the place you were supposed to lock your bike. I'm actually going to miss school, although I still can't wait to leave.
Saw Brokeback Mountain yesterday. I liked it; it was interesting, although I agree a lot with The Salon review of the movie. I like how the reviewer put it, "Brokeback Mountain" risks so much less than its characters do -- it's a closeted movie..
I had a thought. It's really no use joining up a high-profile, top-line, this-might-be-the-coolest-thing-eva-type job (such as the PSA one), only to (a) fall flat on my face through sheer lack of experience, or (b) be driving batshit insane by overwork and superstress. I mean, shit, I don't have to do this. I have patience. I can work my way up. Sure, I'd rather not have a bottom-line minimum-wage type job, but as long as growth prospects are around, why not? If I have to work like a maniac five days a week, that'll be fine, as long as I can get the last two off (or any variant thereof). As the guy says in What Should I Do With My Life?, all you really need is rent, food and beer-money. And I don't even need that last one.
Well, okay, it's not as simple as that, but short-term I wouldn't mind. I really wouldn't. And it would be a great opportunity to work up the people/leadership/etc. skills for something better. And, as a PR, options of alternative and employment-on-the-side are open to me. I think that's one of those things which I would really, really like - a nine-to-five job, a job where I can work like crazy all day, then go home at night and DO SOMETHING ELSE.
Atleast, that's what I'm thinking right now. All this might pass :P. Just one of the risks we take.
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A day of fits and bursts, mostly :). Some things went well (lunch, for instance, was delicious), and some things went not so well. That the well-things alternated neatly with the unwell-things is both kinda nice (no long-run bad times, I guess ...), but which ends up leaving me here (at 2:27am! Pah!) feeling a bit out of sorts and rather bored with life. Sighs. Hopes that stealing a book from SPS and reading before bed (assuming I have strength following the cycle back), and hoping that'll make things ... better?
It was an ironic VD, too: of all my friends, just about EVERYBODY I KNEW (or, err, atleast it felt that way?) was pining over someone, or something, or somehow, or ... yeah. On the whole, it was kind of nice being alone - but not too lonely - and in general, having a good time of it.
I am vaguely worried that things are going to get much, much worse before they get better. Well, no - it's more of a kick. A fear-kick. It makes you feel good and alive, and like you've achieved something? but at the same time, you know you haven't, you know that you're not (or, what's worse, you shouldn't), and yet circumstances might pull things out of your hand.
Addendum: It's now 6:30am. I've been up all night chatting with Ifty, Viks and Salman. Such is life. But am much more relaxed now. Things - in general, in total - are a whole lot better than they were three years ago, and whatever happens - whatever's coming - I'll handle it. It'll be cool.
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It looks like Blogger actually works with Opera now!
Opera's strange? It hits you in the face quite a bit when you first get started with it, and the first couple of days you're just getting bugged with all the things which seem odd, and backwards, and counterintuitive ... but despite the complexity, and the general mess the configuration is in (I can't even remember the last time I looked up the Firefox configuration!), and the million other little things ... I don't even know what it *is*, really. Opera's tabbed browsing is fractionally nicer than Firefox, but other than that ... it sort of grows on you, like fungus, only not so gross. Oh, and mouse gestures is, in general, unbearably cool, not to mention the handy bring-back-that-tab-i-closed-by-mistake button.
If you haven't yet, you will want to give Opera a try.
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And boy, am I impressed with myself. Mere words do not do me justice. It was achievement, pure and simple, and I have achieved. It's a huge jump on my earlier record (getting from Tiong Bahru to Bugis); to give you an idea, I've cycled from SPS, on the NUS campus to Raffles Marina - and back. And got drenched in a (thankfully short) spasm of rain. And got lost. And managed to find my way back anyway. And completely exhausted my feet - but that's okay. I got to where I wanted to go, which was somewhere I'd never been before. And I got photos. What more can you hope for?
Life is good.
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And I'm at school! And (technically) at work -- although I would jump to point out that if I start wasting time now, I'll probably be in a state to work on the SPS website by, oh, eleven - twelve at the latest. Right?
Just finished Rex Shelley's The Shrimp People yesterday night. Crazy book, but a fun read! (How crazy? It's basically three books, one after another: the first one is about growing up in colonial Singapore, the second is about the Japanese war of occupation, and the third is a spy thriller). But the language is well done, and it's good fun. Read it.
Update: Gruesome cockroach-hacking, wasp-style, with photographs and writeup. Err, not recommended if you can't stand the sight of cockroaches. Then again, if you don't like cockroaches, you might feel like applauding ...
More updates, as they happen.
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(the sheer number of times I've had to say that. Ugh. Double ugh. So painful.)
But yeah, I'm now moving back to this blog; for a number of reasons, mostly cos I hated looking at my ugly face every time I wanted to go look up something. And Blogger is cooler for straight blogging (although I'm still looking for a place where I can set up a blog with keywords/tags/etc. for RadioGenocide).
In the meantime, I've found two other interesting websites:
Things are rushed right now, but I'll probably get around to fixin' up the blog and making it look as new in a bit. Ciao for now!
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"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."