I won't be blogging,

at least until my diploma is over.

Period.

And maybe I should stop this habit of mentally labeling people with this discriminating tag coined "degenerates".

Or maybe I should continue.

You Are Emerald Green

Deep and mysterious, it often seems like no one truly gets you. Inside, you are very emotional and moody - though you don't let it show. People usually have a strong reaction to you... profound love or deep hate. But you can even get those who hate you to come around. There's something naturally harmonious about you.

What Color Green Are You?

Your Eyes Should Be Brown

Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart

What Color Should Your Eyes Be?

Yo Ki Wan's violet!
AND Jing Hao is colourful. But his is photoshop-ed colourful. The default doesn't have that. lol.

Down in I2R

Hey guys, I'm kinda stuck here in my tiny little workspace in I2R(its I squared R).

One guy per desktop. Scouring for codes of resource allocation simulation. Bad Bad.

Three people working together, looking for methods of resource allocation. Laggi best.

Look to the right, see a long scroll bar, with the tiny blue rectangle stuck to the top.

The tinier the rectangle, the longer the page, the more I have to read.

LOL, this isn't really the time to blog now.

Greetings my dear readers,

due to other readers' valuable feedbacks,

it has been justified that the music,

which previously resided in this blog,

had a tendency to create,

unexpected spasms of the heart muscles.


Therefore, for the health and safety of my readers,

the blog owner has decided to terminate, and also to,

remedy the problem, to prevent anymore,

losing of human sanity.


May I present Chopin's nocturne Op.9 no.2,

played by the two fellow pianists from pianosociety.com.

Do enjoy the never-before serenity.

Have a nice day.

Specialist Course

This few days has been of an emotional roller coaster.
It showed me how time can be wasted, and therefore how it should be utilised.
It showed me how things can be done inefficaciously, and therefore we should do things well.
It showed me the diversity of homo sapiens that I can possibly meet, and you can learn different things from different people.

I shall give a recount of the first day of my camp. It was written halfway before the start of the speech by Captain James Foo. I had written in blue ink.

The morning journey has been of a cold one. I went up the bus and sat with Xing Qiang who sat inside. I felt the unusual chill tickling me, although it was not strong initially. I sank into the cushioned seat, thinking of what to do next. Nothing, sleep, I thought, and I slowly let my eyelids cascade. The cold was becoming unsubtle, it was starting to blanket me with uncomfortable chill. I stacked my arms on my already uneasy stomach. Had it got a bit colder, my stomach would have succumbed to the inexorable call of nature.

Screw it.

The people around me were chatty, I could not even fall into a moment of unconsciousness. It's just another day of time wasting, I thought.

Soon, but not very, we had reached the camp. It was the somehow familiar Pasir Laba camp, with fresh looking accomodation....

I wrote til there. I didn't want to continue afterwards, I was too depressed to. Yesterday, I had knew that I attained a 3rd Seargeant for the course. It was not a surprise, I would be surprised if I had got a 2nd Seargeant. Those few days had been of mental torture, and that is not the optimal condition for me to perform.

Bah. Forget it, I don't really care since I had stepped into BCTC. I was happy enough to be at home, to be closer to civilisation, to be closer to humanity.

Congratulations to those who got a 2nd Seargeant. I should have been one of you. Well well, I do sound like whining very much.