tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62148042011-10-05T10:16:40.143+08:00<i>This webpage is best viewed with a glass of juice or champagne and your favourite stuffed toy by your side. Barring that, Microsoft Internet Explorer in 1024 x 648 resolution. Firefox would be good too. Also note that the content may be offensive to people with a stagnant sense of humour or without an appreciation for lame jokes. You have been warned.</i>Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.comBlogger5151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-81944688049362183122007-05-01T19:52:00.000+08:002007-05-01T19:54:47.267+08:00

Wel, it was about time I abandoned this blog. I won't delete it, since there are actually a few posts I'd like to look back on, and I'm sure there are a few people who would too. Anyway, from now on, tune in to www.howsilly.wordpress.com for more of my insomnia-curing blabbering!

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-87258927210873857722007-04-21T10:13:00.000+08:002007-04-21T10:47:18.143+08:00

Well, I have a law interview in a few hours, and to be honest, I'm terrified.Actually, it's quite surprising how easy it is to be afraid if you put your mind to it. Law is 15 tims oversuscribed, so doesn't that mean I have less than a one-in-fifteen chance of getting in? Suppose I don't, then where would I go? Even if I do, is it really what I want? How am I supposed to survive there? What if I

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It's been a long week! And it's nice to end it on a quiet note, without anyone from the outside world desecrating my sanctum of peace.Actual work has begun, and while it does prove itself to be infintely more exciting han sitting in a classroom randomly clicking on notes about engines that the typical arts student would rather blow his brains out and mop them up later than attempt to comprehend,

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The higher up we rise, the less we see of the ground below us.Even at the dawn of civilisation, people worked together with nature, living off the land, just only fulfilling their needs. Trees were ample shelter, despite tales of the Thor not being particularly fond of trees. Soil was a perfectly good resting surface, and the stars were arguably the most beautiful things ever to exist before the

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I would say something really clever and wise yet funny right now, but the shock of having a landrover almost hit my head still rattles me.---They (who I have no idea really is) say that freedom is the ultimate form of restraint. I'm not really sure how true this is, since said person probably never lived in a communist nation before. But give a person enough freedom, and he'll probably choose to

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-29004968566124778582007-04-01T02:14:00.000+08:002007-04-01T02:27:42.639+08:00

Seeing as how mecha (mechanic, not big Japanese robots as I'd like) training has been rather boring so far, I have taken up a new hobby : Foresight and Portent!To demonstrate my overwhelming talent as a protege, allow me to show you some of my latest insights :I will be doing guard duty next week.Within the next five years, there will be an earthquake in Taiwan, since, well, there pretty much

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You know how you can be doing something and rephrasing it in your mind thinking "wow, what a great blog post this would make!" and then you sit down in front of the computer and just can't put it out, for some reason?Yeah, I'm having that now.Suffice to say that if I had to sum up two days at mechanic training in one word, it would be "yawn".Two weeks from now, it would be "shit".Two months from

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-56497603190287378002007-03-25T10:10:00.000+08:002007-03-25T10:21:28.268+08:00

As it turns out, I have been posted to a unit I know next to nothing about! But then again, cleulessness is part of the fun, and when people tell you that OETI stands for Only Eat, Talk, Idle, I don't really think I'm in a position to complain, ecspecially since other people get stay-in units with -gasp- actual physical training.On a darker note, it seems I'll be having to work with vehicles,

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-19763459022162953252007-03-21T23:53:00.000+08:002007-03-22T00:49:51.402+08:00

I'm sure many of you have noticed this before, but people like to ask redundant questions. Some of the questions you heard before are "can you hear me?" , "Do you speak English?" and "Are you still alive?" In case you haven't yet realised, the common trend lies in the fact that if the answer to any of these questions was "no", then the guy wouldn't have been able to answer anyway. The problem

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-11853481072173923322007-03-18T11:48:00.000+08:002007-03-18T12:34:59.218+08:00

Humans are typically creatures of comfort. To go through one's entire life in cruise control, doing everything at a speed of choice, would be the idle ideal of most people. See, most of the time, comfort equals control, and people like being in control. This isn't to say that the average generic person is a control freak ; Rather, he is one by necessity, because the alternative is not being in

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It's over.It's amazing, but I have absolute nothing to say about the army. I could regale all three of my blog readers with stories of how I miraculously avoided having my asshole decimated by some rather fruity recruits in a neighbouring bunk, how we have a 25-year-old with all the maturity and intelligence of a five-year-old and about half as much common sense, or how I didn't know we were

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It's amazing how time passes so quickly.It just seems like yesterday that I was wondering how many pieces my exam papers would be in after the Cambridge markers were done tearing through them with their red pens of inevitable doom.It also seems like just yesterday that I was still working at a bakery, contemplating baking as a permanent job.It also seems like just yesterday when I had to sweep my

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-13763651931505892502007-03-03T01:18:00.000+08:002007-03-03T01:31:44.616+08:00

I have no idea what to say. It's not that my results are bad, they're just.......Silly.It should've been better.Almost there, never there.Story of my life.

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-52538815012539279692007-03-02T12:14:00.000+08:002007-03-02T12:18:20.470+08:00

Field camp was kind of weird.I mean, I built a tent which I didn't sleep in. 5 weeks in Tekong and it doesn't rain, and when it does it has to be during field camp.And, well, we kind of reminded ourselves why we're PES C in the first place. When you hear more "IA IA!" than gunshots you know something's wrong.---Hmmm, A level results. I don't really have anything to say that anybody else hasn't,

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I really don't have anything to say right now.The scary part is, I'm seeing how this could be a good thing already. I've gotten in trouble more times than I can remember because I've had too much to say, or because my larynx went into overdrive and started working independantly of my brain, resulting in much suffering on my part. In fact, the same can be said of a lot of people. How often do you

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-34071275621147924252007-02-20T22:12:00.000+08:002007-02-20T22:33:58.723+08:00

After the past few entries that didn't really explain much, I finally found one that captures the essence of National Service.Hurrah to post 500!

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Chocolate onions. Cucumber sauce. Garlic Pudding.Some objects are just not meant to make acquaintance with each other. Parsley may be great for a minty smell and to add colouring to whatever iron-chef-caliber dish you may be cooking, and ice cream may be a cooling treat on hot days, but parsley ice cream just does not cut it.Similarly, there are certain words in the English Language that, when

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It's been a really boring week at camp. But then again, from the looks of things everything is going to be boring. When the entire week consists of eat-sleep-shoot-clean (okay that sounded dirty) there really isn't much stimulation my brain can look forward to. Heck, I don't even know if my brain is capable of looking forward anymore. If my brain had eyes they'd be forcefully plucked from their

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-31047971909676292832007-02-10T20:01:00.000+08:002007-02-10T03:56:53.754+08:00

Army is stupid.Allow me to rephrase that.Army is fucking stupid.As stupid as it is, however, it hasn't been all bad ; The bunk mates are pretty fine, the pushups have yet to snowball, I've yet to "drop the soap" and the sergeants have yet to transorm into huge, tentacled monsters normally saved for japanese porn. I will, however, say that everything I do now is going to be meaningless when I sit

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1169739784342181262007-01-25T23:28:00.000+08:002007-01-25T23:43:04.403+08:00

Seeing as how the crowning glory would be hacked down like an overgrown hedge in the army, I decided to bypass the step(hopefully earning myself some free time and itch-less hours) by shaving my head today. Needless to say, it was quite a hairrowing experience.I cannot believe I just made that pun.As it turns out, barbers will smile when you tell them "army cut", for one of three reasons :1) It

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It has just occurred to me that the demons of national service are only 5 days away from inflicting impending doom on me. As you should already be able to tell, I'm not exactly happy about this ; If I wanted to be brainwashed, mind-wiped, or some other term in the thesauraus related to a pun about the cleaning of the inside of the skull, I would stick my head inside of a toilet bowl and flush a

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Well, my tenure of work is going to be over in a matter of days. While it was fun improving, or rather, trying to, improve my suckery and baking, not to be confused with my sucking at bakery. Suffice to say I've learnt a lot during this period of time, including but not limited to how not to bake a cake, the pain of adult fare ecspecially when travelling halfway across the country and how to both

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1168797049612521012007-01-15T01:27:00.000+08:002007-01-15T01:50:51.196+08:00

I wonder why Miss Universe has a question and answer section.Beauty and brains, it's what every guy would want in a girl, right? Well, quite possibly not. As sexy as brains can be, it's been proven that the more brains a person has the more vices and undesirable acts are likely to be committed. And with enough brains he/she would be able to cover his/her tracks fairly well. And quite technically

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1168547191346390542007-01-12T04:08:00.000+08:002007-01-12T04:26:31.373+08:00

It seems that one by one, my soon-to-be comrades are going off to the land of no return this week. Well, most of them anyway. The inner bastard in me would laugh and point at their predicament, but my current situation now isn't nearly as rosy as I would like it to be. See, when I'm not at work, which is half the time, I'm staring at either a) a computer screen or b) the ceiling. Which makes

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1168106131350659492007-01-07T01:12:00.000+08:002007-01-07T01:55:31.376+08:00

Somehow, sitting around and talking about what I want to do is a whole lot easier than actually getting down to doing it. The plan for the holidays was :1. Get a job.2. Amass a large sum of money, such that I can have a bath in one-cent coins.3. Pick up a new hobby that requires you to be either outdoors or on your feet to do it without the use of an electronic screen.4. Catch up with everyone I

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If this isn't boredom, I don't know what is.Other than several incidents of stupidity that have made themselves permanent residents in my life, there really isn't any progress to speak of.Time for a break.

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It's a new day!It's a new start!It's a life with the beating of a, young heart!ahem. Now that I'm done spewing lyrics randomly, a happy new year to everyone! Even if sufficient doubt does exist that "happy" is an inappropriate term to use here. Let's look at a calendar for 2007 :End JanSo I pack my bags, I'm ready to go,I heading towards, Pulau tekong...Feb to Dec-Work my ass off at the stellar

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Well, 2006 was actually a more enjoyable year than I thought it would be. Even if I do fail my A levels, and I'm saying this because the -if- in the sentence is really one that hangs in the balance, I'll still look at 2006 as the year of A levels, my very first prom night, getting somewhat legally drunk and Borat, among other things.2006 was also a year of various stupid acts, among them, betting

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Life is a game full of choices, and each time we make one a flurry of new ones pop up till we realise that given the sheer number of choices that we make, it's nigh impossible for us to make the exact combination of choices required to optimize our lives.Looking at things from another perspective, we can also throw our hands up, the towel in, the cat our of the bag and our gods to the dogs(which

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1167155084171675022006-12-27T01:00:00.000+08:002006-12-27T01:44:44.190+08:00

Well, I'm back from Hongkong. Pretty fun, but not after you come back with swollen,cracked lips and multiple ulcers in your mouth.Of course, what's a trip without a prelude? Let me say that despite a stupid name like Krisworld, in-flight entertainment is actually less horrible than I imagined it to be. Randomly good movies and episodes of relatively good shows? Oh yes.When I say "relatively",

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1166636189167363192006-12-21T01:00:00.000+08:002006-12-21T01:36:29.676+08:00

To everyone who wants to watch Curse of the Golden Flower.....Don't.Watching this movie has reminded me of a few things.1) Why I'm partially averse to Chinese movies.2) Why I hate Shakespeare.3) How big China really is, and by deduction :3a) How China bagged over half the medals at the Asian games.3b) Why China has such low labour costs.3c) Why China can solve every problem by throwing enough

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It is very difficult to write freely these days.One of the worst situations that can befall a blogger has descended on me : overwhelming boredom. Now that I don't have anything exciting to do, I don't have anything exciting to talk about. Change and innovation are the keys to having fun, which aside from making money and other overrated agendas is our goal in life. And due to lack of it, thus

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1166229373075102782006-12-16T08:30:00.000+08:002006-12-16T08:36:13.096+08:00

There was an article in the papers about job interviews evolving and how to handle them. Somehow, I don't really understand why a boss would ask how his employee would deal with failure, because a good employee would be one who never fails. I'm convinced that half the time these questions are trick questions, and the interviewer is in fact doodling on his sketch pad.In fact, unless your resume is

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1165988737322057212006-12-13T13:26:00.000+08:002006-12-13T13:45:37.346+08:00

Anyone else thing the gun looks like an oversized two-headed penis?Humans like big effects. I'm not sure if we just retain a speck of childishness in us throughout our lives, or that people intrinsically like watching stuff blowing up and things being settled in one fell swoop, but we do. There's no doubting the power of such events - World War 2 was only declared over after the atomic bombs were

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1165945291036430502006-12-13T01:36:00.000+08:002006-12-13T01:41:31.060+08:00

Reference : http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/6161691.stmA survey of more than 1,000 men in India has concluded that condoms made according to international sizes are too large for a majority of Indian men. The study found that more than half of the men measured had penises that were shorter than international standards for condoms. It has led to a call for condoms of mixed sizes to be made

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1165821060626310382006-12-11T14:59:00.000+08:002006-12-11T15:11:00.663+08:00

Normally, staying at home would be a boon. Peace and quiet, ample sources of entertainment and a nice cold drink at the side while you're at it would normally make for a nice relaxing afternoon(not morning, because I sleep the morning away).However, it seems some of VJ's leftover MonkeyBirds have decided to migrate to the neighbourhood. So now I wake up to the tune of "KAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKKAKAKA!!!!

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1165507430944332642006-12-07T23:20:00.000+08:002006-12-08T00:03:51.066+08:00

Sooo......Prom was a bust. If it wasn't for all that seeing-you-for-the-last-time thing I would've called it a waste of money, seeing that each person paid $95 for essentially ten-dollar food and two-cent performances. No offense to any of the performers who read this, but it was forgettable.If anybody who took a picture with me wants it, feel free to contact me! /shameless plugAfter a night over

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10 Notes I need to make to myself :1) Always eat wholemeal bread at home first, mold is harder to see on wholemean bread.2) Pliers are not the solution to a song stuck in your head.3) Get a transparent jug to put water in, lest said jug contains a cockroach.4) Falling asleep in the middle of a movie is only a waste of money if the show isn't more than 3 hours long.5) Pool sticks are meant to hit

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Most things are never as fun or enjoyable as they look, mostly as a result of overmarketing.They include birthdays. I am staying away from alchohol for a really, really, long time. Mostly because it's expensive, my IQ drops to somewhere around the region of -200 when drunk, and developing an addiction for it is unhealthy. That, and it tastes like crap most of the time. It's more of the kick out

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How true.As much as I would like to remain 17 forever, having to sneak unabashedly into M18 and R21 movies, I guess we just have to accept that growing up is not a choice, and every day, whether we like it or not, is one day closer to dying from dysfunctional body parts, one day closer to being dumped into an old folk's home by unfilial children, one day closer to losing jet black hair(be it to

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Alright, alright. I have no mood whatsoever to launch into deep-thinking, reflective entries right now. I do, however, like this picture alot, and as the old cliche goes, "a picture paints a thousand words". Soon, we'll be looking at "Battle Cruisers - When Imperial Tanks just don't cut it", "Storm Vessels - When Battle Cruisers just don't cut it" and "Chuck Norris - When nothing else cuts it".--

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1164305967958949892006-11-24T00:20:00.000+08:002006-11-24T02:19:28.236+08:00

That pretty much explains what I'll be doing to my notes sometime in the near future. Obviously I don't have the same gorgeous countenance, long flowing hair and ample boob job, neither am I able to cast blue lighting against myself at wil, I have an irrational fear of candles and I don't know Batman personally, but you get the idea.That being said, the end of A levels(Ok, while I can still say

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People make errors all the time. There's no denying that. But sometimes, people just won't admit it. This can be done in a variety of ways that would bring Wal-Mart to its knees - Defiant denial, deflection of blame, breaching of opposing credibility, ignorance, and so on.You see, admitting mistakes is more than just distinguishing between yes and no, right or wrong, white or black, Macdonald's

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One of the greatest powers in the world is social proof. In our world this can be called fads, fashions or "never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups". What this means is that if people are enjoying something, that means it's fun. Or something along those lines.Perhaps our world isn't as capitalist as we thought, and free choice is nothing more than an illusion to make the

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1163599942003332212006-11-15T21:55:00.000+08:002006-11-15T22:12:24.923+08:00

Areas to focus for Paper 2 (Case study and DRQ) 1. Demand and Supply; Elasticities ; Max and min price 2. Standard of Living and measures of income ( e.g. GDP & GNP) - measures - differences between Money income and real income 3. Balance of Payments � structure and items affecting e.g. international trade, direct foreign investment 4. Oil Market and

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I wouldn't go so far as to say the lit paper was "exceedingly simple", "too easy" or some other quotable term ; You'd think that if they went through such measures to make it idiot proof, they probably would've tried to make it Wilfred-proof too. Sadly, no. Thirteen pages of chicken scratches later and I knew I could kiss my A for lit, place on the powerpoint presentation, concert tour and

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You know, I'd be lying if I said I didn't have any insecurities and fears for the As. I mean, as a mediocre 3-subber my potential is already somewhat limited, and I don't really fancy spending an extra 3 years of my life somewhere dumb like SIM or poly. If current events are anything to go by, that's 10% of my life gone right there.Then again, fears and insecurities aren't really excuses in as

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1163250472606984632006-11-11T20:56:00.000+08:002006-11-11T21:07:52.633+08:00

Adding new questions to the "Things I want to know but will never find out" list...Why do some middle-aged/old men like to pee in a queer manner? They pull their pants halfway down so the entire toilet, whether they like it or not, has to look at them in carying degrees of sickening indecency, stand like ten metres away from the damn urinal, spread their legs like you thought only hookers and

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1163171071882401442006-11-10T22:57:00.000+08:002006-11-10T23:04:31.910+08:00

I walked past a transvestite today. It scared the shit out of me. Not just the act of walking past him/her/them, but him/her/them as well. To be fair, he/she/them actually looked quite good in tight ripped jeans, black top....until the mobile phone rang. If her voice was any deeper, I'd be off my feet as a result of the ground trembling. Thank goodness it was a one-of experience.Would anyone care

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1163079293553639292006-11-09T21:12:00.000+08:002006-11-09T21:34:53.573+08:00

Surprisingly, the paper didn't turn out to be all that bad, compared to the earlier monstrosities previously unleashed. Apart from the question I unnecessarily skipped and subsequently gave up on, the rest of it was pretty much fine. Well, it seemed fine anyway. If I double check and still get the answers wrong, then I don't deserve a good grade anyway, because it means I totally stink anyway. I

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As much as I'd like to don oversized clothes, put on overexaggerated bling and start writing a song about how screwed up my life is hoping to get mysteriously scouted into the entertainment industry, the rare instance of common sense has told me that I should be trying to unfuck my life as opposed to wallowing in my misery. That, and being talent scouted in Singapore is one of those distinct,

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Conscience says:Surreee, pick 3 days before the math paper to realise you suck at maths, huh? I knew the B formaths was a fluke but did you listen? Noooo, instead you decided it would better a better idea to make like a polar bear and hibernate half the time, huh? And spend the other half puffing your head up and boosting your ego? Don't blame it on me if you have to turn sideways to enter the

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Am I the only one who finds this funny? (if its not clear just click on it, i think it'll enlarge. I think.)---You know, yesterday I woke up, looked at the clock and almost went back to sleep. That was before the Mike Tyson part of me started hitting me in the brain saying "It's A levels, foo!" If a mental image of a big black man towering over you doesn't jolt you up, I don't know what will.

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Sooooooooo.....I swaggered into the hall with an imaginary soundtrack in my mind, thinking I was going to absolutely blow the paper away. Well, I would have, had my head not been so big it threw me off balance. And this is how I fail so many of my exams, and it starts when I crumpled my first piece of paper, having spelt General Paper ah "Jeneral Papuh".I had the options in my hand. Take the safe

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1162314856042433692006-11-01T00:39:00.000+08:002006-11-01T01:14:16.323+08:00

So many things are going wrong at the same time, it's not funny anymore.Okay, okay, I was kidding- It is kind of funny, even if I am at the receiving end of it. There isn't really much you can do on days like this but hope that Lady Luck isn't about to declare bankrupt and settles her bills within short notice - And at this point, I need it to be really short notice.There was a kind of

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Great. Wayne Rooney just had to go score a hat-trick. I'm not touching any sports-related articles even with a ten-foot pole anytime in the near future. It'll be pages and pages of Rooney Worship anyway, them reporters would probably give him a blow job while they're at it if they could. There is no way he was the reason behind England's World Cup slump(though I don't see how Englishmen can be so

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It seems things are going to get worse before it gets better.The brain is like a set of gears, cogs that move together to get the entire system to work. Now take a cog out, lock it in a safe, throw the safe into the evergreen Singapore river and laugh maniacally while you pay homage to the trainwreck that is my mind. For other bad analogies, look up "A few cards short of a full deck", "A couple

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I have no idea why, but I've been in a bad mood lately. My typing in Microsoft Word is so incredibly furious and misguided enough to make that paperclip dude collapse in exhaustion and the red and green squiggly lines apply for protest on the basis of being overworked. The stuff out of my mouth has become so foul I probably need a catalytic converter fitted into my mouth by the time all this is

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It seems that A levels are going to be a rather traumatic experience that will end with me ranting about how I should've studied harder. My attempts to study work about as well as England's formation tactics. I need some form of motivation, and the fact is that economics notes don't make very good cheerleaders. They don't stack on top of each other in nice patterns. They don't flash you

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One final scream ended it all, as the challenger was broken in half, his shattered body lying limp on the floor. The crowed roared. The immovable object continued to reign supreme. The challenger was suspended between aware and unconscious. All he could do was look at the lights above, and tell himself that he had done his best, no matter how shameful it ended up to be. The fact remained he had

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Reference : http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/americas/10/12/canada.troops.marijuana.reut/index.htmlOTTAWA, Canada (Reuters) -- Canadian troops fighting Taliban militants in Afghanistan have stumbled across an unexpected and potent enemy -- almost impenetrable forests of marijuana plants 10 feet tall. General Rick Hillier, chief of the Canadian defense staff, said Thursday that Taliban fighters were

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Today I'm going to talk about relative importance.Life is a combination of several planes of existance that intertwine with one another, so many that it would take some 3000 different symbols to make a vector equation with them and just writing one point of intersection would take a month to copy down. Us, as people who constantly change, be it mentally, physically or literally changing from a

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Reference : http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/10/09/baby.weapon.ap/index.htmlERIE, Pennsylvania (AP) -- A woman used her 4-week-old baby as a weapon in a domestic dispute, swinging the infant through the air and striking her boyfriend with the child, authorities said. The baby boy was in serious but stable condition Monday at Children's Hospital in Pittsburgh, police said. "Never, never, never. I can

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In this world of ours, the most chaotic of places are those where people can get away with whatever they do. Without any sort of physical repurcussion, it seems, anything goes. The internet is a breeding ground for scammers, trolls and idiots alike, since everything is done from behind a screen. Where police is corrupt, crime runs rampant like King Kong in Teletubby land.This means that the law

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1160445852604519712006-10-10T09:44:00.000+08:002006-10-10T10:04:12.636+08:00

Humans are inherently cowards.Why do I say this? As we go about our day, most us suppress the evil within us. And we let our evil manifest in other ways that we know that we suffer little to no consequences of. You know what I mean - Women(and sometimes men too) are molested on new year parties and in clubs, fights happen mostly at night with the darkness as a veil, people hide behind computer

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Thankfully, the haze has died down after the craziness of saturday, when I came home and found ashes in my hair. Not a great way to conclude your day, looking like you just burnt your hair in a freak accident. That being said, I'm still rather peeved off by the haze, for two reasons:1) The obvious one. Creating streets so musty you could film a D-grade ghost movie in it and probably get away with

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1160159908269909732006-10-07T01:08:00.000+08:002006-10-07T02:38:29.123+08:00

One of Karl Marx's less well-known quotes mentioned that "religion is the opiate of the masses", referring to religion's ability to release humans from trivialties such as free thought(who needs free thought?) as well as giving man the sense of empowerment that it bestows upon the common man. Since this organised religion that Marx spoke of is merely a modified, sanctioned, souped-up, tricked-out

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I haven't gone to school for 2 days, haven't done any work to speak of for 2 weeks. It looks like the A levels aren't going to be too friendly to me. I'd be like that uncle who always barged in unwelcome in the family of the exams. Then again, it's always been that way, so I've learnt not to complain about it.Now, before anyone screams, points a finger, screams "CLOSET MUGGER", ties me to a stick

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1159795778123245132006-10-02T20:19:00.000+08:002006-10-02T21:29:38.336+08:00

Everybody plays favourites. When you root for the underdog, you're still rooting for the one that strikes your fancy. Only the utterly random responses are free from personal preference. We are what we like. I like to make up random rankings in my head from time to time when I get bored - These lists range from Most difficult math topics to Worst EPL striker of all time to Most Absurd movies to

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1159640516217619182006-10-01T01:39:00.000+08:002006-10-01T02:21:56.683+08:00

I got 23/30 for econs mcq. I was staggered over. This is a big deal. I was equally staggered over at the sight of my other papers. Not because they were equally awesome, but because the marks were just about equal. Now, if only the essay paper wasn't out of 75....So yeah, my econs isn't that great.---Strangely, I have absolutely nothing to say right now. It's not like there's anything tangibly

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1159447677047328932006-09-28T20:07:00.000+08:002006-09-28T20:47:57.646+08:00

I don't mean to brag, but a B in math is something to write home about, seeing as how it's been a while since I've passed anything math-related.That being said, I don't feel like I've done anything to deserve this grade in any respect ; Not only did I just hit the mark, everything I didn't study for pulled a disappearing act on exam day, and my progressive preparation consisted of lazing around

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1159122261203876662006-09-25T01:16:00.000+08:002006-09-25T15:40:47.756+08:00

So, as it turns out, school has to start again today, and as apathetic as I feel I am going have to work given my embarassingly bad lit, oddly terrible maths and shameful econs state of affairs. I would mention GP, but when I finished whining about it and looked up I'd be looking at an audience of skeletons.Which is why I really don't want my results back, partly because I roughly know the

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1158977817974654692006-09-23T10:14:00.000+08:002006-09-23T10:16:58.000+08:00

This is Mount Everest. Standing on the border separating China and Nepal, it is the highest peak in the world. Snowy and steep, it is difficult to climb, to say the least. Yet, there have been humans, so minute in comparison, that have risen to the occasion and conquered this monument of nature in a testament to human strength and willpower.This entry, however, has absolutely nothing to do with

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1158895885158856252006-09-22T11:08:00.000+08:002006-09-22T11:31:25.213+08:00

There's a big hole in my pocket. If there wasn't, the money wouldn't be able to go in.---What brings people together? What gets people talking?I'll tell you. It's a common interest. Common interests bring people, who otherwise have nothing else in common, together. JCs have their socially insecure people, England has their football fanatics, Japan has their workaholics, Korea has their gamers...

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1158818312096505612006-09-21T13:50:00.000+08:002006-09-21T13:58:32.116+08:00

The story of my prelims.

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Having tried to bring myself to actually study for Maths and failing miserably an hour before the exam, instead ending up laughing at the antics of the cross combi people, which basically consisted of saying stupid things at the top of their voices in the library.I came out of the exam thinking "hey, that wasn't so bad!" Yeah, not so bad if you don't think about the questions I couldn't do, the

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Before I actually get down to writing this entry, let me just tell all those complacent, fair-weather Manchester United fans out there :Arsenal >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Man UNote that I do not support Arsenal. That being said, their foreign players actually speak better English than actual Englishmen.---It's exam season, and all abound are fast food joints with more muggers than diners, a relatively

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1158338479024093922006-09-16T00:17:00.000+08:002006-09-16T01:52:08.916+08:00

You know how when you walk out of an exam hall thinking the paper was fine, only to have everyone else moaning and groaning about how hard it was? You know how you sometimes feel like everyone around you is incredibly dumb? You know how it isn't better to say anything under such circumstances?I think that's how the people around me feel.Let me just say that I don't go into exams with the

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Ah, yes, double paper days. It's amazing how two papers can behave so differently and still leave me with an incredibly mediocre number of marks.I locked eyes with Maths. It didn't like me. In fact, it pushed me to the ground, kicked sand in my eye, poured acid down my throat, made me listen to bad Mariah Carey songs over and over again, broke my legs so I wouldn't be able to get away and stomped

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1158061659536020942006-09-12T19:35:00.000+08:002006-09-12T19:47:39.553+08:00

I opened the paper, took a quick glance at the questions, and started cursing several deities. It wasn't just God and Allah. Odin, the Easter Bunny and Mister Miracle were probably in that list as well.Two hours and seven sheets of Egyptian hieroglyphics and Maritan language with a pinch of Sanskrit and a dash of ancient Chinese characters later, the rest of the paper was pretty much a blur.If

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1158000670712711432006-09-12T02:28:00.000+08:002006-09-12T02:51:11.020+08:00

Humans are becoming more and more lazy in recent times, as shown by the rise of internet language, where "lol" has replaced "haha", thereby saving one alphabet and letters in friendster profiles mysteriously go missing like women and children in a slave-trading country, which is an oxymoron, since typing in alternate caps is shit tiring, much like doing battle with a Hwa Chong prelim paper.Very

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Ah yes, the first paper of the prelims begins tomorrow. The first interval of any event normally becomes the tone setter for the entire period. I've answered questions intelligently and failed, wrote out of topic and passed, and I've done papers in a manner similar to that of a barnyard animal and managed to not fail. And the strange thing is that the trend continues for the rest of the papers,

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A while back, while packing up after class, a classmate randomly turned to me and said, in a very serious tone no less,"From your blog I can see that you are studying."The chortle I attempt to suppress nearly tears my larynx to shreds.In fact, I actually spend more time weighing my options on what to study that actually getting down to it. Literally! I held my Theory of Interest Rate

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In the road of education that leads to the university, I would say right now that I'm slowly, but surely making the transition from "idiot who has to walk because he forgot to pack fuel" to "hapless roadkill caught in the headlights".---While I was unknowingly doing a great impression of the late Steve Irwin in wrestling with my GP paper, only to be devoured by it like King Kong eats planes, it

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Last Satuday I was at Eastpoint, home to multiple badly placed Old Chang Kees, Manhunt 2006 and not a movie theatre. There was a kids' singing competition being held there. If nothing else, I can now live with the knowledge that there are roughly 50 less people that like Chinese music, and that the notion of "Little children should be seen, not heard" has been reinforced exponentially to the

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I apologize in advance for the incoherence and difficulty of following this entry. Blame it on an extremely screwy GP paper and Snakes on a Plane.---They say that a "trial by fire" is the one determining process by which "the weak are weeded out", "only the fittest survive" and "the boys are separated from the men". The previous statement has concluded my paper 8 practice for the rest of the

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Now that Joakim got booted out of Singapore Idol, there really isn't anyone to bitch about on the show, which makes it not worth watching anymore, since people watch the show almost so they could find something to bitch about to other people, since bitching is the ultimate form of making one feel better about himself. Not that it was really worth watching in the first place.---I got onto a cab

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Seeing as how my much overrated lit abilities are more dubious than Joakim's singing, I have no idea how to do half of the maths syllabus and econs concepts have been playing over and over in my head like a bad techno track to the point where I'm not inclined to listen to myself anymore, it seems I'm on my way to the improper feat of scoring more points for my A levels than my O levels or even

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Aaaand this is how many of the misunderstandings in the world come about.Oh, bother.

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1156593485644143462006-08-26T19:43:00.000+08:002006-08-29T09:25:17.796+08:00

Right now, time is of the essence. In studying, one often realises that any wastage of time could result in not being able to complete a certain deceptively important part of the syllabus, which would then result in big fat Fs on your exam scripts and you rolling over the ground from a ditch filled with radioactive experimented-on algae onto a dingy American highway into the path of an equally

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In life, often, we have to stop and admit to ourselves silently that some things are too difficult for us to accomplish via the direct method, such as getting a decent GP grade, surviving a 20-storey drop and turning into the Human Torch by jumping into the fire, among other things, though you technically would be able to accomplish the latter one for maybe a few minutes before you drop to the

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1155926760591528862006-08-19T02:10:00.000+08:002006-08-19T02:46:13.083+08:00

Not good. Studying has proven to be more akin to banging my head on a stack of papers in an attempt to force something in rather than a holistic, self-improving experience it's hyped up to be. Obviously, doing other things at the same time such as compressing my voice box to the tune of "Atlantis is calling", laughing at random things and playing disco tracks over and over again in my head

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1155814574876220932006-08-17T19:29:00.000+08:002006-08-17T19:36:14.876+08:00

After adding "delusioned, childish, nausea-inducing and obviously biased CT" to my hate list, you could roll it up and have it pass off as toilet paper. Which, incidentally, isn't really too far from the actual purpose of the things on the list.

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1155750391241100292006-08-17T01:21:00.000+08:002006-08-17T01:46:31.996+08:00

Let me introduce you to a type of food. It's called Marmite.Marmite is a rather dubious British delicacy that people enjoy on toast. Then again, every culture has its strange delicacies ; Koreans eat dogs and Filipinos have what they call the balut, which is basically an egg with a half-grown chick in it. It's good to know Asians aren't the only ones with strange eating habits.Anyway, Marmite is

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1155660157331724072006-08-16T00:03:00.000+08:002006-08-16T00:42:37.656+08:00

It almost seems the head honcho has a (new)personal vendetta against male hair. The new argument put forward for short hair is that "I feel embarassed when other principals ask me why my students' hair is so long". Which means that 800 people have to mutilate themselves just so 1 person can feel a little less sheepish. Which like many other things in daily life, don't make a whole lot of sense.

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1155399053387530172006-08-13T00:09:00.000+08:002006-08-13T00:10:53.430+08:00

I lost my mp3 player.GAH.So much for drowning out annoying people. Looks like another approach is in order.If I burst out at you, don't hold it against me, okay?

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1155230023703428662006-08-11T01:04:00.000+08:002006-08-11T01:13:43.723+08:00

It's official! The production of the sequel of Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, has just been announced!Now, this would get most movie fans excited already, except for the fact that Heath Ledger is playing the Joker.I can see brokeback clown jokes coming already.---I seem to have used up my "intangible issues" pool of nonsense to blog about, so let me just say this right now.Life Sucks.And if any

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1155055438176254962006-08-09T00:23:00.000+08:002006-08-09T00:43:58.206+08:00

I'm further convinced that the world is one huge conspiracy. Around us, there are invisible forces working together. The modern day man is relentlessly bombarded with a mosaic of signs. The key to making out this picture is to take a step back and figure out what it is. Alternatively, when the step back proves too hard to take, one could always analyze the trend for patterns amidst the chaos.If

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It's 4.30 am, I'm downloading Pet Shop Boys music and Moby is ringing in my ears.Yep, I'm off my rocker.---Anybody wants to help me design a serviceable template? I've just realised that reading my own blog requires an awful lot of scrolling, and nobody likes doing an awful lot of anything.---"Everything you do in life is probably insignificant, but it is important that you do it anyway." -

Wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13757789729726582842noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214804.post-1154701919441807642006-08-04T22:21:00.000+08:002006-08-05T08:29:02.996+08:00

I'm undergoing writer's block right now, and school is extremely tiring. It seems like while Econs concept flow into my mind(with UltraViolet rays breaking me down slowly but surely, no less) other things seem to be flowing out. Like, say, the part about being a typical human being. The only thing I've seemed to learn in a while is that a)people like hearing the sound of their own voices,

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