haha as if got time to game now..
they should design one for mugging instead
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
list v2.0
Things to do before mon (done/70% done/not done) :
ma1104: tutorial, study!
ma2213: finish up assignment today
st2131: tutorial
sp1201: presentation
all i can tink of now
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
lists
im running out of space for lists, so have to make use of my blogspace haha.
things to do this hols: (done/70% done/not done)
ma2213 - lab assignment 1, homework 1, revision if possible 2
st2131 - tutorial, revision if possible 3.
ma1104 - tutorial, maple lab assignment, revision + PYE if possible.
cs1104 -
guitar - practise
looks alot but i tink its possible. fight kill fight kill fight kill!
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Monday, February 08, 2010
my 1st day of ICT
bad dreams and new uncomfy pillow are not independent events.
today i woke up to a shocking dream :(.
I dreamt i was unfortunately handpicked by s@f to serve reservice in afghanistan.. in the dream my friends and i (yes i know 2 of them) were clueless about how long we are going to stay there! when one of them suggested 2 years, i said "how can it be 2 years? then go one time clear all the ICTs liao" (rofl.. but the setting wasnt really funny.. it was quite serious!)
the first day reporting to the unit before we fly off to afghanistan, we have to find our way to a "secluded part" of a army camp. in my dream i said, "omg i saw this place a few days ago from the mrt, and now im here! omg!" (the place was near a mrt track).
so we continued on to find this place.. then there are one or two regulars came to guide the way in. suddenly, this short journey became something like a obstacle course thing.. with real toxic and human "fake enemies" where we have to avoid being hit so as not to incur being served with a puddle of stinking mud or sth.. which i luckily didnt have to suffer from... cos i managed to complete it smoothly.
in retrospect now, it was absurd.. there are "monkey bar"-like obstacles, and tactical urban movement sections.. i even dream of the encik saying good! cos i cleared the monkey bar.. LOL. in the end this thing was more like a final test b4 sending us to the real mission, where by we were informed that we only have to stay in afghanistan for 2 days. 2 days i thought i was okay. thats why i didnt try to downpes in my dream. LOL.
just when we are about to set off.. time to wake up liao!
sunscreen
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your livingroom
.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
**
took it from some forum. quite meaningful stuff.
Friday, February 05, 2010
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
"Few Singaporean will be keen to take up jobs at such low wages which are hardly enough to survive in Singapore. There is no minimum wage in Singapore. Employers have the complete autonomy to set the wages as they see fit and with the easy availability of cheap foreign labor, they have few incentives to employ Singaporeans who cost more."
QFT.
Haix. When the higher ups say singaporeans wont work for xxxx kind of jobs, it isnt because we find it degrading. It is because the pay really like shit. Since foreign workers are so easily available, can people argue that it helps Singaporeans to create jobs? Perhaps if the companies would hire more management people using the money saved from these cheaper workers? Or perhaps they would just pocket the profit.
When they say we ownselves buey gan(cmi) when competing with foreign students is school, did they realise that we are not of equal footing? While some of us have to work like shit, take part time to pay our school fees, they are invited here with scholarships and allowances that are instead not given to capable singaporeans.
Why then they ask us to find partners and have kids, when i have to struggle to keep myself afloat on the bell curve that is flooded by so many of them, worry about my expenses, going for reservice and ippt. How do they actually expect us to find time to even date.
Im one of the ones getting annoyed by the % of immigrants here.
This is not the place i would be happy in if the situation continues.. i really hope some good people would stand up against these policies. i would give them my vote(hopefully my area is contested to begin with!)
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