When the first snowflake fell, the Elves mixed and whipped and bake .. and froze!
Because only they know Santa likes his log cakes sweet and cold!

Practised a few things today, passable standard.


Left foot braking and throttle control.


The techniques work on a AWD (all wheel drive) vehicle like subaru WRX or lancer evolution. I can't say for sure if they'd work on like RWD or FWD vehicles.


Left foot braking in this case isn't pertaining to those who are psychomotor, and hence they need to use their right foot to accelerate, left to brake.


Let me try to explain left foot braking in my own words.

In a AWDV, as you accelerate, the weight of the car moves backwards, hence the rear tires grip more than the front, and if you were to take a corner without reducing speed, you will experience a slight understeer. (Understeer is when the car fails to turn as sharply into the corner as you would like it to.)

Hence, to be able to attack the corner sharply, i.e, causing an oversteer, you use left foot braking. Left foot braking is done without lifting the right foot off the accelerator. This will cause the momentum of the car to be shifted forward, hence, resulting in the front tires being able to grip more and you'll find yourself being able to enter a corner sharply.


I suck quite bad at throttle control. Can't really get it to work.

Basically you lift off your leg from the accelerator pedal suddenly before a corner and only depress the pedal when you are about to exit the corner. It works on the same principle as left foot braking method, but supposedly loses left speed / causes a perfect cornering (neither over or understeer.)




funny. i never knew lancer was a rally car until i saw their car brochure. if they were to get a rally car, i would think it has got to be a lancer evolution coz it's awd and not the former.

December 25th 0000
Onto this Earth, a child is born..

On Christmas Day, 1914, in the first year of World War I, German, British, and French soldiers disobeyed their superiors and fraternized with "the enemy" along two-thirds of the Western Front. German troops held Christmas trees up out of the trenches with signs, "Merry Christmas." "You no shoot, we no shoot." Thousands of troops streamed across a no-man's land strewn with rotting corpses. They sang Chrismas carols, exchanged photographs of loved ones back home, shared rations, played football, even roasted some pigs. Soldiers embraced men they had been trying to kill a few short hours before. They agreed to warn each other if the top brass forced them to fire their weapons, and to aim high.

A shudder ran through the high command on either side. Here was disaster in the making: soldiers declaring their brotherhood with each other and refusing to fight. Generals on both sides declared this spontaneous peacemaking to be treasonous and subject to court martial. By March, 1915 the fraternization movement had been eradicated and the killing machine put back in full operation. By the time of the armistice in 1918, fifteen million would be slaughtered.

Not many people have heard the story of the Christmas Truce. Military leaders have not gone out of their way to publicize it. On Christmas Day, 1988, a story in the Boston Globe mentioned that a local FM radio host played "Christmas in the Trenches," a ballad about the Christmas Truce, several times and was startled by the effect. The song became the most requested recording during the holidays in Boston on several FM stations. "Even more startling than the number of requests I get is the reaction to the ballad afterward by callers who hadn't heard it before," said the radiohost. "They telephone me deeply moved, sometimes in tears, asking, `What the hell did I just hear?'"

I think I know why the callers were in tears. The Christmas Truce story goes against most of what we have been taught about people. It gives us a glimpse of the world as we wish it could be and says, "This really happened once." It reminds us of those thoughts we keep hidden away, out of range of the TV and newspaper stories that tell us how trivial and mean human life is. It is like hearing that our deepest wishes really are true: the world really could be different.

Excerpted from David G. Stratman, We CAN Change the World: The Real Meaning of Everyday Life (New Democracy Books, 1991).

Life as such, is bitter.

He refuses to work,
and yet he feels so uneasy when idling.


Life as such, is bitter.

"This topic brings me to that worst outcrop of herd life, the military system, which I abhor... This plague-spot of civilization ought to be abolished with all possible speed. Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism -- how passionately I hate them!"
-Einstein

waiting.


someone just can't use chopsticks.


dinner.


supper


sisha

Stop looking around.

There's nothing for you here.





and treasure what you have.

isn't this depressing?

no. of people who sleep around are almost the same as faithful ones.


or am i just naive. the former should be much more.

(pardon the poll system, it doesn't seem to know how to round up/down)

fucking painkillers.

headache-inducers.

i would rather have pain. actually it feels the same except for the major headache.


and i just.. lost track of everything. whether i ate. whether i did this or that.

headache headache headache.

Okay taking prescribed pain killers and antacid along with it and driving is bad idea.


I developed a unable-to-keep-in-your-lane-obia and estimation of braking distances was really bad.


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Greetings,

In view of what has happened, it has decided that I'm still going to act blur look steam.

Kindly revert via msn or phone and liaise with me. I look forward to hearing from your good office.

For your information and necessary actions, please.

Thanks and regards,
karebu

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And that's how my emails look like these days.

I don't really think before I react.


Words of advice for me today:



"hero die first."



-from an old boy in my office.


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I can't really sleep proper anyway.

Like, I feel so damn tired. Sleep on my bed and I expect to fall into a slumber and wake up grumpy the next morning when my phone rings.

But no, my head hits the pillow and I keep awake. Get up again and the whole cycle repeats. Till somehow I fall asleep.


Wake up at 0630. Click around. Put on clothes. Wait till it's about 0650 or 0655 before I leave my house. Start sprinting and hope I catch the 0700 train. Reach yew tee at 0710. Walk slowly. Reach my bunk at 0722. Change slowly. Make my way down at 0730. Unlock my cabinets. Login. Open outlook express. Open to-do list. Make phone calls. Stone. Fax. Stone. Reply emails. Stone. Breakfast at 1000. Sometimes earlier. Lunch at 1130. Or maybe 1330. Or skip it. Stone again. Stone till we are free to go. Which is anytime between 1730 to 2230. Usually it's 1800. Given green light to change up at 1730. People drag around. Leave at about 1800. People walk slowly. Walk home slowly. Walk to the station slowly. Day ends.

Reach home in about 25mins minus loitering at CWP. Dinner is random. Sometimes home. Sometimes out. Sometimes at grandmas. Sometimes never. Powr up my com. Wash up.



Actually I have no idea how I kill time till I go to bed.

ooh. solved my pain-in-leg/back problem. =)

link


have got to lose alot of weight.

Though the current subwoofer is drawing quite abit of power..




I still want a bigger one!

was playing.






HAHA! idiots! they were actually clocking the speed of their RC car! 100km/h.

my ones are at about 70km/h though. tempted to go get some nitro fuel and play. but maintenance is really really exp, not to mention accidents.


Starter plug, engine, filtered air intake.


fuel tank on left, servo (for steering and braking) on right


individual suspension for each wheel


battery compartment for radio communications, servo, starter plug


crash plate in case of accidents


tyres that must be changed often.


Two left. The third one has been decommissioned. Too much soot and parts were worn out. Not fit for display.

shard.

This is part of my analysis tickle.com was paid for.




I don't think I'm a workaholic. So I think it's an indicator of how bothered I am by these things. i.e most bothered by work least bothered by family.

more to come. the forum i extracted this from is down.

Intellectual Superhero
Intellectual Superhero is neither an intellectual nor a superhero, but don’t tell him that! The Intellectual Superhero is easily identified by his complete inability to allow a class period to pass by without asking at least 654 questions designed to show how "witty" and "clever" he is. He will attempt to prove the professor wrong in every class with his inane bullshit, regardless of the fact that the professor has a doctorate in the field. If it’s a science course, the Intellectual Superhero will attempt to solve every problem using an alternate method, which is always incorrect. But don’t worry; he’ll still manage to waste 20 minutes of your life with his insane method of solving the problem. At least you’ll get to laugh at him when the professor proves him wrong.


45 Year Old College Student with Two Kids
The 45 Year Old College Student with Two Kids is one of the more interesting personas found in the college classroom. This subject has returned to school in an attempt to better her life, which is a great endeavor. However, there are a few things about this person that will make you want to punch her in the face by the end of the semester. The 45-year-old college student with two kids must write down every word the professor says. This will cause the class to be peppered with calls of "can you repeat that" approximately every 0.23 seconds. Second, she must ask the most obvious questions, preferably ones the professor has already answered. Here’s an example:

quote:

Professor: So, in 1776 the Declaration of Independence was written.
Old student: Okay, let me make sure I’m writing this down correctly. The Declaration of Independence was written in 1776, right?
Professor: 30 seconds of blank stare followed by: Yes.

If you are lucky enough to be in a small class where participation is required, you’ll be treated to such delights as "Well I have two kids and I think that [insert obvious statement here]" or "Ever since I’ve had my two kids, [insert fragmented sentence here]." As an added bonus, you’ll get to hear about all of her life experiences as a parole officer and about her last 5 marriages that ended in divorce.


Stupid Ugly Fat Girl
Stupid Ugly Fat Girl feels the need to enter into every single class discussion, completely disregarding the fact that she has nothing of substance to add to the conversation. Stupid Ugly Fat Girl cannot construct a sentence without using the words "like" and "um" at least 12 times for every 2 other words. She always wears clothes that are too tight, and seems partial to gaudy rhinestone shirts with incredibly original phrases such as "Princess" strewn across the front of her sagging cow tits. The only way to actually learn something in a class with the Stupid Ugly Fat Girl is to distract her attention with a shiny object.


Johnny Frat Boy - or - Sally Sorority Chick
While there’s certainly nothing wrong with being in a Greek organization, some people take their involvement in these groups a little too seriously. These are the people who can’t go 2 consecutive days without wearing their shirts from some drinking party they went to last weekend. Johnny Frat Boy likes to brag about how many beers he slammed down on Tuesday night, while Sally Sorority Chick acts as though she is too immaculate to be tarnished by your presence. In either case you shouldn’t worry about these two personality types too much because they only associate with each other. This brings me to another point: when you see these people outside of class, it is perfectly acceptable to run them over with your motor vehicle of choice.


Study Nazi
Study Nazi is in school for one reason: to get good grades. Unfortunately for Study Nazi, he’s not that bright and he struggles with his classes. That doesn’t stop him from letting everyone know how long he studied for that 5 question quiz though. Study Nazi, much like the Intellectual Superhero, will ask questions constantly during class. However, the Intellectual Superhero has some grasp of the material. Study Nazi, while he can quote his books and his notes verbatim, has no idea what any of it means. Under no circumstances should you approach Study Nazi outside of class. Doing so will only remind him that he’s losing valuable time that he could be using in the library and you might get hurt in his frenzied dash to get there as quickly as possible.


Silent Foreign Curve Destroyer
Silent Foreign Curve Destroyer has nothing better to do than study. While the average of the rest of the class is a respectable 45%, Silent Foreign Curve Destroyer has approximately a 1351% in the course, thereby totally destroying any chance you had of passing the class. Silent Foreign Curve Destroyer can be identified by the fact that he will be in the library before you get there and stay far after you've left. He will almost certainly wear the same clothing throughout the entire course, and, while he may be human, it's more likely that he's some kind of magic robot.


Fucking Disgusting Computer Science Major
Fucking Disgusting Computer Science Major is the reason that you don’t want to go to class. He bathes roughly once every leap year and wears the same "totally awesome" Japanese video game (the import version was so much better) shirt for half a semester at a time. No matter how far away you get from him, the stench seems to travel across the room and assault your nostrils. Fucking Disgusting Computer Science Major has no time for the English language, and he will often ask questions that make little to no sense and lack any sort of "grammatical structure." He’s the only character that can actually give Silent Foreign Curve Destroyer a run for his money on the intellectual scale, but that’s only because he was probably born with knowledge of linear algebra and differential equations.


Agenda Assailer
The Agenda Assailer has (surprise!) an agenda to push on everyone else. If you’re in, say, a science class you’ll get to hear about how the scientist who discovered some principle was a racist or misogynist and therefore his scholarly work is somehow meaningless. Even though the rest of the class is just there to learn, the Agenda Assailer will attempt to turn every class into a political debate. Here’s an example from a history class:

quote:

Professor: Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence.
AA: How can you even SAY that?!?!?!?! He owned slaves!!!
Professor: Well, yes. But he still wrote it.
AA: Well then he’s a hypocrite and we should THROW OUT the Declaration of Independence!!!

The Anime Freak
Anime Freak is somewhat of a rarity outside of computer science and/or Japanese courses. However, you still might encounter one in some humanities cores. The Anime Freak will always be wearing button down shirts with a dragon or some kind of Dragonball Z character on it. Also, anything with Japanese writing on it is always cool in the eyes of Anime Freak, even if it makes absolutely no sense. Do not approach the Anime Freak outside of class, unless you want to run into a situation like this:

quote:

You: Hey, what’s up?
AF: I think episode 185 of [insert horribly obscure anime show here] is the best because they use the Power of the Light to slay the dragon beast and save the world from total destruction!!!
You: Um… I have to go.

Major Elitist
No, he’s not in the military! Ha ha! All blatantly bad jokes aside, the Major Elitist is generally some type of science or engineering major who looks down on anyone who might even think about getting a humanities or business degree. After all, we all know that the only thing that’s important is science. All that other mamby-pansy bullshit like "History" or "English" or "the world economy" is just a bunch of feel-good rhetorical nonsense anyway. Besides, any jackass can get a liberal arts degree!


Non-Conformist Conformist
The Non-Conformist Conformist is an interesting species. While he tries to "fight the man," he is unable to do so without conforming to another group. The Non-Conformist Conformist can be easily identified by his Rage Against the Machine or Che Guevara t-shirt and dark green corduroy pants. During the winter he will be wearing a military field coat from Germany with a patch on the side, and he often carries a wallet on a chain. You can identify him in the classroom because he’ll feel the need to share with the class his opinions of pop culture. He’ll use a condescending tone of voice because he’s better than little sheeple like you. That’s all right though because whether it be the punk, goth, or any other subculture, the Non-Conformist Conformist declares boldly, "I choose to not fit in by fitting in with a DIFFERENT group!"


Fashion Monger
Fashion Monger is on the bleeding edge of fashion! While having some nice clothes is something everyone should invest in, Fashion Monger’s entire wardrobe has been purchased from stores so hip that you've never even heard of them. Apparently, it’s "hip" and "with it" to pay 500 dollars for jeans that were hand stitched by the hardworking people of Taiwan. And, as we all know, 50 dollars for a silk-screened t-shirt is a completely reasonable price, as long as it was designed by an gay Italian man. Yes, nothing says, "I have too much money and not enough common sense" quite like buying clothes with fancy designer labels that are marked up 1000%!

The Sociable Slacker
This is the guy who went out of his way to talk to you on the first day. Was really personable, seems like a normal, social person. He even suggested trading phone numbers just in case you needed help. Fast forward to the second week of class - he's not there. Same goes for all the classes until right before the midterm when you get a call. "Hey man, what's up? How's it going? Oh yeah, I missed the last class can I borrow all your notes and photocopy them? Yeah, we should go grab a beer one day." No show again until the final where he calls you up again asking for notes. And that beer? A complete fabrication.


CEO Junior the Third
Born to wealth and privilege and toting an ego the size of Australia, CEO Jr. III will rarely be encountered outside of econ, business and business-related courses (like the lower level computer sciences). Much like the Fashion Monger, CJ3 is fascinated by brand names and drops them wherever possible. However, instead of dropping "real" designer names, he'll brag about the cheap shit he bought from Abercrombie last week. Success is what he's aiming for, and he'll probably get there, but only through his dad’s business connections. Like the Study Nazi, he is not particularly bright, though his particular mode of achieving good grades consists of stroking the professor's ego with appropriate questions and office hours schmoozing. Like the Sociable Slacker he is unfailingly cheerful, but his cheeriness, much like everything else about him, is completely insincere. He is astoundingly successful at getting laid for reasons which are at present unknown to science. It's probably best to avoid crossing him in social circumstances since he can wield his people skills like a weapon.

The Skimmer
The skimmer is easy to identify. He always sits in the back of lecture halls and is usually asleep 10 minutes into class. It is not uncommon to hear The Skimmer brag about how much studying he didn't do for that quiz coming up. The Skimmer is not usually found in higher level courses.

The Scout
The Scout is always in lecture before you. Even if you show up five minutes early. The Scout will use his backpack, notebook, textbook, or anything larger than a piece of paper to cordon off the entire front row for his or her friends, who show up five minutes after the class has already started.

THE PHANTOM
A completely unremarkable student in every way, THE PHANTOM shows up for classes, does the work, and... that's it. You will never see THE PHANTOM outside of class - Existing on his sheepishness and fueled by his silence, even if you live next door to THE PHANTOM you'll never hear a word of him. Sometimes can be combined with Fucking Disgusting Computer Science Major for a truly wholesome experience.

Former Military Serviceman
"Well, when I was in Iraq ..."

Valley Girl
Women who appear to be made entirely from bronzed plastic, with lips glossy enough to successfully buff the floor of a shopping mall. Don't bother remembering any of their names, as one valley girl is completely indiscernible from the next. Often seen courting Ugly Assholes.

Madden Jr.
This student's life revolves around sports. He can quote sports scores, character stats, and just about anything from some obscure game last week. Not only did he watch it, he studied it while his classmates were studying for that quiz he failed. He usually arrives in class approximately 10 minutes late wearing his favorite sports team hat and jacket, only to talk about sports for the entire class. Interestingly, the Madden Jr. rarely, if ever, has any athletic ability of his own, and is often obese due to a diet consisting entirely of nachos.

The premed
The pre-med has a 4.0 cumulative GPA and has junior standing even though he's a first semester sophomore. He's got a >90 average in every class this semester, but is absolutely terrified that he's going to fail them all. Can often be heard making wild assumptions about grading schemes and arguing with the TA over 0.25 point deductions on exams.

Babbling Idiot

This kid is sort of like intellectual superhero except that he's not really out to prove a point through questions, but rather through his personal experiences. He is in class to spill as many anecdotes as he can possibly think of, which, for the most part, only relate to the subject at hand tangentially. His diatribes are voiced in an overly sincere tone, which I'm sure he believes makes his stories sound more real, true to life, and hard hitting. Amazingly, his stories always tend to agree with the professor's point of view.

You can tell that he thinks he's truly oozing schmooze, and that he's also in love with his own voice. It is unknown to me whether his stories are rambling and incoherent because he's trying to hear his own voice for an extended period of time, or whether he's just a babbling idiot. Evidence suggests: Babbling idiot.

Bonus: You can use babbling idiots as a litmus test to distinguish good professors from bad ones -- good ones always cut off babbling idiots, bad ones look enamored.

The Wanna Be Computer Geek
They can be found in groups often discussing old internet fads while downloading songs and files from P2P networks. Often annoying to the people around them. Will shout out "LOL INTERNETS" at random times and you can hear some old techno songs in the background.

The Commentator
Tends to occupy the center of the room for maximum visibility. Always nods along with the professor. Provides his/her own commentary, largely to herself, during lecture while jotting down notes. Most commonly uttered phrases are variations of: "Oh yeah", "Exactly", "Well, that's interesting".

Vacation Guy
This guy didn't want to go to college in the first place, but did because he didn't want to disappoint his parents and teachers by not trying. So he picked a party school, never went to class, and treated the whole thing as a $40,000, year long, spring break away from shitty middle class suburbia. Then dissappeared to a distant part of the country never to be heard from again.

The Blonde Asian Tamer
Female in a science degree who probably shouldn't be. However, due to chemicals she emits from her hair, holds sway over Silent Foreign Curve Destroyer or other male Asian students who do her beck and call. Part hive mind, part parasite. Identify by remarks like "This stuff is so hard, Haji, you're so smart" or "What did you get for number 1?". Usually a sub-species of Sally Sorority Chick

The Passionate Politico

Whatever wing of the political bird he resides within he'll be damned sure to inject his angry rhetoric and soundbites into any classroom conversation regardless of topic. Often twitchy you can spot an outburst before it happens by looking for a grimaced mouth, spasming eye, tapping foot or softly pounding fist (because he thinks no one will notice), then out comes the insanity.

Example (a):

prof: "So, as we can see here, the radius of a curb in most suburbs doesn't allow for a reduction in speed, therefore making most suburban streets more deadly than--"

p.p.: "THE UNITED NATIONS IS AN ANTI-SEMITIC ORGANIZATION."

Example (b):

prof: "Furthermore on page 23 it shows us that the figures for how many shipping containers are actually searched is disgustingly low and--"

p.p.: "Like, if we um, got rid of all uh...guns, yeah no one would uhm ya know fight anymore!"

The Theatre Person
If you have an on-campus theatre group, this person is in it. Not only are they in the group, they're in the upcoming show! Well, they would be in the upcoming show, except the director had NO CLUE how to cast properly. So she's doing sound instead. But you should STILL COME to the show because it'll be awsome, even though Theatre Person should have gotten cast over stupid Becky Leeman. Warning! Theatre People are extremely volatile and do not mix well with other Theatre People.

Also, in a class about Theatre or Dramatic Writing, everyone will be a Theatre Person. They will have the most terrible, cliched dramatic ideas ever. They think they are really, really deep.

They are wrong.

Professor Corrector
This student loves to volunteer class time to correct the professors' menial mistakes. Did he say 90% instead of 85%? Was he off an important date by a year? The Corrector will grab this opportunity immediately. Does the textbook back up the professor? Well that's wrong too! The whole world is filled with misinformation, and only this noble lad can spend 20 minutes setting the professor straight as everyone silently whispers "I HATE YOU." They may be a student, but they already years ahead of the class.

Obnoxious Car Driver
Pulling out of the parking deck at the speed limit while letting pedestrians cross will not fly while the OCD is around. Loud tire screeching, reeving, horn honking, and blasted music must be occompanied at even the slowest street. They will outrace and outmaneuver vans in 20 mph zones. They will rev their engine to make sure they reach the stop sign 20 feet away fast enough. Their car is modified to maximize every scrape, screech and scratch to it's highest volumes. If it's not uneccesarily loud, they are not driving.

DRAMA NERD
Often found roaming (or more often loafing) in packs of 4 to 7, the drama nerd is best known for not shutting the fuck up ever and oh god i mean ever regarding new musicals, old musicals, how non-theatre majors are intellectually devoid of any redeeming quality, who got cast where, etc. The drama nerd is mostly self-delusional, and if one is to ask it about it's past, the response often involves "well you know I just had the WORST time in high school i mean nobody understood me there but when I got to college I just felt like a BUTTERFLY, able to finally open my creative WINGS" and other such inane metaphors. The Drama nerd does, somehow, get laid all the goddamn time, but only by other Drama nerds, resulting in chain-reaction mega-drama-bombs that will certainly resonate throughout the school because these faggots will not shut up about how Johnny Actorface "TOTALLY USED ME" at high volumes in the library during finals week. Somehow possessing both the largest and smallest reserve of self-confidence of any college student simultaneously, ladies and gentlemen: the Drama Nerd.

e: RANDOMOSITY RAGHEERHGH

The Conversationist
You'll find this one at the back of the class, and they tend to travel in herds. She spends all semester having conversations with the people around her, that have absolutely nothing to do with the class, usually pertaining to her boyfriend, a movie she just saw, or a party she was at/plans to attend. Completely ignorant of the people around her who are actually trying to pay attention to the lecture in a typically difficult subject. Another common trait of The Conversationist is her apparent lack of any sort of school supplies (including pens, pencils, paper, and the freaking textbook) Sociologists have theorized that this is a subconcsious ploy designed to draw more people into The Conversationalist's tangled web of distraction.

The Conversationalist is more prevalent in community colleges or lower level classes and tends to drop classes the day before the drop date, just in time to add all of her soon to be ex-classmates to her cell phone.

3 days. And I did nothing.

I don't think I should come back in time at all.


I think I should give up my place for someone more deserving.

Ugly tan from skating.


Yea. Can't resist. Teva again. Hope it doesn't get stolen.

I got the exact same model. Different color. Much cheaper compared to like, when I got it at the start of the year.

The old one. (stolen)

Finally replaced my cracked snille chair.


=)


Random shots.

Notice she's holding by the last finger. and look at the color of their hair. my my.


bambini!

skating.


someone landed his rc plane in his gutter.

okay here's my butt. >=D

i fell on the same spot four times. was trying to do some stunt(?). not blister, not warts. bad bruise. blood clots. it's getting darker even now as I type.


the bus uncle who lost his way. stopped by when i was resting under teh tree.

Installing turbocharger. >=D

????? Got banged for no reason?


.wtf?

Yesterday, with my ex-classmate. Some new guy kept telling us, don't discriminate me, you rafflesians. Kept blabbering some nonsense throughout the ride home.


Today, again.

[original nick has been removed] says:
where?
kare says:
along choa chu kang way
kare says:
beside police k9 unit
[original nick has been removed] says:
what a lousy unit, even the cleric unit fared much better
[original nick has been removed] says:
just kidding
kare says:
huh
[original nick has been removed] says:
it is a slack unit after all
kare says:
you lost me
kare says:
haha
[original nick has been removed] says:
sorry, it is a slacker unit
[original nick has been removed] says:
hahahaah
[original nick has been removed] says:
that might explain your low pay
kare says:
slack is good
kare says:
no point chionging for something you dont believe in
[original nick has been removed] says:
meh
[original nick has been removed] says:
you just came from RI meh
kare says:
no
kare says:
that was so long ago
kare says:
3 yr ago?
[original nick has been removed] says:
well, i think ri as an academic place isnt that bad but i dare say it is the culture that sux totally
kare says:
you werent there
kare says:
how would you know
[original nick has been removed] says:
you think i werent there
[original nick has been removed] says:
granted i was at sji
[original nick has been removed] says:
but my brother is at ri, rjc
[original nick has been removed] says:
top scholar of a star
kare says:
and he told you it sucks?
[original nick has been removed] says:
the reason i said the culture sux totally is that it is made of 2 people
[original nick has been removed] says:
first one, the not so smart ones who have to study so hard, no life
[original nick has been removed] says:
second one is the smart ones but super snobbish
kare says:
but that has got nothing to do with culture, no?
[original nick has been removed] says:
it got plenty
[original nick has been removed] says:
the culture is either "no life" or "screw over your teachers"
[original nick has been removed] says:
plain sucky you see
[original nick has been removed] says:
actually there are exceptions
[original nick has been removed] says:
you dun screw over your teachers, so they screw over you
kare says:
? that still has got nothing to do with culture
[original nick has been removed] says:
yah plenty

Woahhhhhhhh. Home. I'm home. Just got showered, just got home.

Fucking hell. Got back to camp at 2300. Cleaned rifle till 2340. Rushed home and touched down at 0010.

The com died a few times on me. Didn't startup properly. Fried motherboard. Whacked it and it came back to life. So I left it to start up and I went to shower.



Staying in was like. Bad idea. I got like. shit-o-phobic. As usual. And honestly speaking I hate shitting when I'm not at home. Be it some forest or some toilet outside.

Showering was sad. There's like no one. No one to brush teeth with either. (afterall, who in the right mind would stay-in?)

Insomnia again. Reminded me of like. Times when I was trainee (think into the third week) when I couldn't sleep till about one or two daily? And I had to bring in my own pillow to ease it abit.

Stuck there on bed. 12. 1. Still awake. Staring at the ceiling fan. Reminisicing.




I met some of my batch mates who got posted out to other camps. Made me appreciate staying-out a hell lot. Like fucking hell. ALOT.







Oh ya. Whatever happened on tuesday? 0655. Some recorded message was playing. Accident towards m bay. Delay for an hour. Btw semb and yis.

Did someone superman again?

8-14 secs. damn. that sweet whirring sound and the blow off valve. i think i creamed my pants.

Isn't she such a darling?








Oh btw. Staying in tomorrow.
If all goes well I'll be staying in more often.
And fuck the clerk syndrome. I'm growing tits!
yes tits. you wouldn't mind if you are a girl.
fuck. tits.
it's time to fast or eat less but it's really hard when ppl keep jio-ing you to go out. go out = meals.

it's been a long night. sleeping since nine or ten.

what a dream.

i woke. but i feel fearful. fish out of the water.


it feels like. day one on earth.

Come on!

change!


snap fingers!

change!





right. i'm going to sleep now.


this is bad.

how do you get someone who's not afraid of losing anything to change. to change for the better?

someone who's not afraid to walk into exam halls and just sleep even though it's some important exam. someone who was late for his practicals. someone who didn't bring calculator for maths paper. for physics paper.


how?




you tell me.

Headache. Nauseous. Woozy. Don't know if it's due to my woofer and that I'm blasting out quite a bit of bass. Maybe?



I've been doing the same thing everyday. Surf around. Catch some quirky news. Watch some videos. Play some music. Everyone knows that. Probably.



I foresee myself doing the same things even in the next 30 years. And logically speaking there should be no change to my life. Or maybe. Circumstances. Maybe I would be forced to get a job. Maybe I would win the lottery and continue to be as lazy.


Being stuck in the realm of thought isn't too productive. At least not in the material sense - only that counts, right? So I've got to do something. Make a change. Change. Why must we wait for things to happen before we change, willingly? Can't we make changes even when life is comfy? Because we are humans. Because we obey Newton's first law. That is an object will remain at rest or in uniform motion in a straight line unless compelled to change its state by the action of an external force. Wonderful. Inertia.

And that would be I would probably remain single. Remain car-less. Remain grumpy. Remain fat. Honestly, I can't think of anything else that I'm bothered by at the moment.


How's smashing my computer for a change? What about staying-in voluntarily? Why must I make drastic changes? Why not minor ones? Don't people say start off with small steps?


I don't know. I'm running out of time. I know luck can't hold for long. I know, I know. Still too lazy to change. Come. Hit me hard. Jolt me. Help me. Help myself.


I'm not making good use of my time. Of my life. Of my head. Anyone wants them?



blabbering nonsense.

Go on. Go get yourself a bike.

Yet another dreamless night.


You should feel refreshed when you wake up, either that or you feel extremely lazy and you go back to sleep.

But no. Often when I wake up. I feel physically recharged. But it feels very much like my 6967th day on Earth. Draggish. Predictable. Lousy. So little permutations. Of things that can happen. Or what people do. Of life.




I'm off to buy breakfast and pay some bills.

dxo.