<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:07:53.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e - m u s i n g s</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-2040221791791095614</id><published>2008-03-20T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:11:24.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP LO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah yes, finally the time has come for my computer to be revived! But I digress (in my opening line at that). So 'A' level results are out, Tekong (Since Word gives me a spelling error, for those who &lt;i style=""&gt;don't know&lt;/i&gt;, Tekong is where all young &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; men and some women go.) is out for now too and let me say it just once more. POP LO! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A levels were well, given my great prioritization skills, studies never figured highly on my list so the fact that I don't have to re take my 'A's or fret over getting into University is saying quite a bit. Nevertheless, it could have been better but I'm not complaining especially since my 2 years in AC have well quashed a lot of pre perceived misconceptions that I've had about that institution. Well not that it has come to pass; I shall let it remain in the dusts of my memories where it'll well, collect dust. And then there's that thing about University application which I don't understand. Why must we pay 10 bucks or 15 if you're aiming for that slightly cooler but with limited &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;choices&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The Universities claim it's an admin fee but since everything is done online, what other admin is left? In secondary school and I remember this CLEARLY, appealing to CERTAIN institutions required a fee of 10 bucks. That I could understand because the school was trying to make a quick buck. Lol, not really but because there was lots of paperwork to be done. And that 10 bucks wasn't refundable either. Looking back I should just have bought some spray paint cans and newspapers and lighter... Damn. So today is 20 March 2008, and I've another 10 days to procrastinate my University application. Whee.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now on to my POP. Yes I know it's slightly late but it was memorable nonetheless. I must say I'm glad I didn't cough &lt;i style=""&gt;chao keng&lt;/i&gt; (Hokkien for skive) for once. And to make it slightly more memorable, I've decided to upload (a) picture. Yes you read that right; it's no grammatical error because I am going to upload a single picture. LOL. And it's not some stupid smiley face picture because I'll leave that to the thousands of other &lt;i style=""&gt;blogs&lt;/i&gt; out there to do the honor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/nofing/POPlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/nofing/POPlo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For me, I'd only break my tradition and post this single picture because it does mean something to me. See, for once in my life, I actually passed out of something happily. To my commanders and damn it you guys ever find this, thanks for the 3 months (of hell). Appreciate it because everyone says unit life can only get worse. And that can be all I can say about BMT, because I've been warned yet again not to speak about training outside of training. So suckers, if you want so find out more, sign on lor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-2040221791791095614?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/2040221791791095614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/2040221791791095614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2008/03/pop-lo.html' title='POP LO!'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-3657919933648002092</id><published>2008-01-26T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:57:19.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 second post!</title><content type='html'>I must be getting better at this or something but at least now I've something to write about. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10 things I’ve learnt in the last 2 weeks.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I’ve      learnt to count from 1 to 20 very well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I’ve      learnt that half left down, drop 20 and carry on all mean the same thing. Well      if you asked me they would have made more sense in a single sentence. As in,      half left position down, carry on 20 or something to that effect. But all      the same these aren’t on my top 10 list of favorite phrases at the moment.      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I’ve      learnt that tacticalise is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; a word. It’s abit like agga-ration      (Approximation) and suay-ness (Unluckiness?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I’ve      learnt that not bathing for 6 days straight can result in the growth of      stuff on the strangest parts of your body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="5" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I’ve      learnt that panadol is indeed a cureall and contrary to pharmaceutical      knowledge, panadol is also good for cough, flu, giddiness, vertigo,      insanity, etc. Awesome and you wondered how those pharmaceutical companies      survive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="6" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I’ve      learnt that there’s something better than doggie sex and that’s wild boar      sex. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="7" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I’ve      learnt that it’s perfectly alright to shit or pee in public cos all your      buddies are doing it too. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="8" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I’ve      learnt that food always taste better cooked and warm. Eating with utensils      is optional. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="9" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve learnt that straddling your wife or      lying on top of her or hugging her till point of suffocation is perfectly      fine as long as wife is a rifle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And finally,&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="10" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I’ve      learnt that what does not kill you makes you stronger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Alright, that must be all for now because poor brain is feeling highly drained as it has become unaccustomed to doing intellectual stuff (opps!) like typing this entry. So, as always, I try my best not to write into unchartered territory and as always though I've yet to specify but I'll do so right now, the opinions expressed here are solely that of the author and are in no part a representation of the organization he is apart of. Once again, I don't believe in outright criticism , threats  or slander online because it's one plain pussy behavior and more importantly, it would get me into alot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sincerely hope my post today as have all my other posts been would serve to entertain readers and provide a tongue in cheek account of whatever shit that's been coming my way. Once again, your long suffering and slightly anonymous  (As I would like to believe) author, nofing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-3657919933648002092?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/3657919933648002092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/3657919933648002092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-second-post.html' title='2008 second post!'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-4396005939655037494</id><published>2008-01-12T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:41:32.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 first post!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's the start of the new year, new school, new clothes, new friends, new haircut and well essentially everything's new. Except of course my rifle which the sergeants refer to in most polite terms as a prostitute. But well what can I say? Welcome to the SAF. And that's all I'll say about the SAF no thanks to the Official Secrets Acts chapter something which says I shouldn't say bad or untrue things about SAF and given my rather imaginative writing, I guess I had better steer clear of any matters related to the SAF. So yes the only thing you can take away from this entry about the SAF is, the m16 is a prostitute. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the first time in 12 years, I kicked off a new year without books, or any forewarning of "This is a very important year so you guys better buck up." Oh no, this year began with "You guys better buck up before we fuck you upside down." Anyway, that's beside the point. Today I want to talk about doggie sex. No actually I don't want to but then there's really nothing else much to talk about is there? I mean I spend almost all my time in the new Bintan resort north of Singapore and I'm not allowed to talk about my time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall make my New Year resolutions then since one, I haven't made them even though we'll well into the new year and two, there's nothing else to talk about. So here comes my 2008 resolutions and for the record, I've not kept up with my 2007 resolutions so I don't think this will be any different but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will learn not to put David and chao keng (Hokkien for slacker) in the same sentence.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will learn to differentiate fatigue work from sai kang. (Some foreign language for fatigue work)&lt;br /&gt;3. I will however learn to put sai kang warrior and chao keng in the same sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will realise that David is a sai kang warrior too therefore resolution 1 is void. Great.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will not mention doggie sex again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must be about all. The next time I come here, I shall come up with the nofing's guide to being an effective chao keng worker. Or something to that effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-4396005939655037494?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/4396005939655037494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/4396005939655037494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-first-post.html' title='2008 first post!'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-7485976517568382729</id><published>2007-11-03T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T13:02:13.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright, it's been long since I've posted anything here. Seems I always start every post with that line eh? But anyway, it's pretty true. So, one week of the As have concluded and there's 3 more weeks to go. But that's beside the point. Today, I've decided to talk about happiness. Yep, I realized the most important thing in life is being happy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now what exactly is happiness? Honestly, no dictionary definition would accurately describe happiness but I believe happiness is a state of mind. It's not something which one can actively seek for. Then again, people don't ask for happiness. They would ask for money, gadgets, grades, etc. something which would make them happy. Which is kind of strange because isn't happiness what we really want? People say, "Oh if only I had this, or that then I would be really happy." Now that's a really misguided statement. The object alone doesn't make one happy. Therefore, the first thing to note is having something won't make one happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What then would bring happiness? For me, I find that having new stuff or good grades don't make me happy. Yea maybe for a day or less there's that feeling of euphoria… Until I discover someone else has something newer or someone else did better than me and then I feel sad. Lol and believe me, it's pretty damn true. And why don't I feel happy anymore? Cos I ain't satisfied. Maybe it's just me but I don't like to lose out on anything. Maybe it's my personality or my star sign or what not or maybe it's just something about humans and satisfaction. So the key point here is being satisfied that is, being contented with what one has. And it's only when one is fully contented with what one has then can one happy. Sounds real simple but in reality it's hard. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright, as usual given my lazy nature, I shall just leave this post hanging here. It's not directed towards anyone but more towards myself actually so don't mind me. It's just that sometimes when we get too caught up in something; we actually forget what we were there for in the first place. And that's very dangerous because we lose sight of the original purpose and in doing so, have lost our ability to be happy. So when something seems to be drawing you in too deep take a step back and think about the situation; whether or not your current objectives were the same as when you first stepped in. That would be in itself an ideal benchmark to see how far you've deviated and perhaps it's time to come on home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-7485976517568382729?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/7485976517568382729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/7485976517568382729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/11/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-3022169895276535131</id><published>2007-10-09T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:26:35.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, the time has finally come. Tomorrow's the day I officially graduate from AC or in AC's more fanciful terms, the Baccalaureate Service. Either way, it's the day we say bye bye. And so, I'm here today to muse for one last time, my life at AC.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For one, I realized it's the people who make the school. Not the 'culture' or the 'school spirit' or whatever. So obviously, AC last year was a pretty bad time for me given the sudden uproot from familiar ground and being thrown into a sea of unfamiliar faces. But over time, things did get better. Also, AC had some shit ass rules last year which somehow appear less &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiong&lt;/span&gt; (slang for tough) this year. Either the D comm decided to cut us some slack (highly unlikely) or I somehow managed to find ways to circumvent the rules. And since it's the last day of school, I think I shall cut the school some slack too and avoid poking too much fun at them. And since I'm feeling nice, maybe I'll say some nice things 'bout AC too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For one, not all AC people are f(^&amp;amp;ed up and in this regard, not all ACS(I) and ACS(B) are pain in the asses (PITA) either. Granted, there appears to be a higher ratio of f(^&amp;amp;ers here but no, the ACS schools aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; the main contributors. But this piece isn't about where AC gets all it's f(^&amp;amp;ers from. What I want to say is, having been in AC for the better of 2 years, I can safely conclude that it's not all happy and sundry. Yes, people fight, party, hate Chinese (language), discriminate, etc. But don't all schools experience them too? In fact, AC has a fair number of muggers too! Unlike yours truly who's spent the better of 2 years doing nothing but Dota. Well we'll come to that in just abit. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah yes, Dota, the game which unites many ACSians. Yep, I'm proud to say I've gotten to know more of my schoolmates over a game or 2 or more of Dota. So you see, computer games do have their benefits too. But playing too much does have detrimental effects, like failing Physics. But then again there's more to failing Physics. See, AC's Physics department is like the Defence of the Dark Arts in Hogwarts. The teachers are well, comparable to those in Potter land. And for the uninitiated, we're talking werewolves, lunatics, psychos and many other 'dark' things. And well, basically the subject itself plain sucks. I mean why would we ever want to know whether a ball will ever go through a wall if you throw it enough times, or say determine the amount of force needed to be exerted by our body to do a pull up. Physics is just plain weird and I'm sure many will agree. But of course, there'll be the usual detractors who would say Physics is applied Maths blah blah blah. Well face it, you guys are the anomaly. Ah yes, the only Physics term I've ever learnt. Anomaly. Meaning, them strange people who get aroused by lamda, F=ma and the like.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright, I shall stop here for now. Can't really bear to have the D comm come a calling at this time of the year. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now before I end, I shall need to have my thank you speech which is customary whenever one leaves an organization for another. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First up, I wanna thank my friends who made my 2 years in AC not only bearable but fun too. It was an amazing journey and hopefully in future, we'll meet up again. So to, Thumb, EP, Jotham, KH, Corny, Kwok, Wes, Jason, Ming Hua, Chen, Si Jay, Julian, Muzz, Onwin, and the many more whom I may have left out, (I mean I couldn't just have known 14 people in AC eh?) thanks for the memories and all the best in your future endeavors. And then of course, my teachers who surprisingly were pretty nice people. I mean compared to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; teachers in the past, AC's teachers (At least those who taught me) are almost like Mother Theresa. Pretty amazing eh, that the day would come when I finally found teachers who are really qualified to be teachers. Respect. Besides that, well probably gotta thank the other students in the library for bearing with our noisy ways. Lol. Oh and before I forgot, the new school librarians! Yep, even though I don't know your names, you guys have definitely done everything and more that librarians could ever do. Well, I'm feeling pretty tired now, so it's time to stop. 2 years have come and gone, I've probably, hopefully, become wiser and somehow or other straightened out my thinking. In 2 weeks time, it would be the start of the As and yet another life changing experience awaits. Well as always, in the oft quoted though seldom fully understood AC trademark, the best is yet to be. In the case probably the worse since 2 weeks to cramp 2 years of work is a little tight. AHahaahhha. Whoever said life was a bed of roses. Well it is but no one mentioned the thorns beneath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-3022169895276535131?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/3022169895276535131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/3022169895276535131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/10/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-7157678300795778564</id><published>2007-08-17T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T12:59:45.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, well here we are at the end of the week. And this week is prelim week, so is next week and the week after. So as previously mentioned, I said I would report on the prelim happenings so here I am. First up, on Tuesday there was GP and Physics paper 3. GP was more like a joke with everyone sitting all over and everyone not bringing the entry proof and stuff. It's almost like as if it were at customs you know, no passport, no ticket etc. Lol then what the hell are you doing there anyway? Similarly, those clowns who keep forgetting their IC or entry proof, you guys seriously shouldn't be here. It's bloody irritating to have to wait for these jokers and they never seem to learn do they? Also, some people think the prelims are free seating. Apparently, 11 years and counting of education has not led them to read seating plans or even conceptualize the idea of one. So to those idiots who can't figure where they're seated, try the benches outside the swimming pool. I heard there's a pretty nice breeze and best of all, it's free seating. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright enough of the little eccentricities, moving on to the real thing. Physics was well as usual, Physics. You know, it's that weird feeling that Physics gives you when you didn't study? Well you guys probably wouldn't cos you all studied. Well MUGGERS! Muahaahahah, I'm too cool for school! Lol. But anyway, Physics pretty much sucked as usual but unlike someone I know, as least I didn't hand in a blank piece of paper. Seriously, I can't imagine me being returned my script the next day. Heh. And on Wednesday there was Econs which somehow tested everything that I didn't learn. Fantastic, just fantastic. Inflation, unemployment, recession, foreign exchange are all part of macro economy but no, global trade just had to pop out instead. But it's cool, Econs always is. Even if you didn't study, just do it and hope for the best. It's no lie but it ain't all truth either. So, yesterday was Maths and today was Chem paper 3. What can I say? Well nothing much given my lack of preparation as usual and the unpredictable nature of results. It's like I always come out of the hall full of hope that I did fine even if I didn't know shit bout the subject. And so I would collect my results with expectation in my heart and then, BAM! No A is bad enough but a mere scrap or a subpass, now that's the unpredictable nature of results for you. Delusions they call it, but let's just keep the status quo eh?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That must have been all the papers I've taken well unless I forgot to attend any which I highly doubt. So onto another issue. Odex. Yes, for all you anime lovers and people who read the newspapers, Odex has been quite a jerk recently. Firstly, let me say something. C'mon you cheap bastards, what the hell do you gain from slapping kids with $5000 fines? Cheap, cheap, cheap. No warning whatsoever, just the fine straight. You guys SUCK. No balls and bloody underhand. There are innocent parties out there and you press charges irregardless knowing full well most of them would be unable to afford the appeal costs. Well even if they did, I bet you would rather they pay the extra to you anyway. Seriously, that's no way to do business man. And forcing the ISPs' hands. You guys win lah, get the courts behind you so you can abuse consumers confidentiality. Get a life man. Let' see what you can do with those few thousands. Maybe arrange a nice funeral for yourselves? So, to all you anime lovers out there, even though I don't watch it and I don't see what's so nice about it, my sympathies with you. And if ever you tire of anime do come to Bnet and play dota with me. Make sure your CD is original too. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that must be about all I have to say because it's time I go play dota. So till then, continue mugging and remember ODEX not downloading is BAD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-7157678300795778564?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/7157678300795778564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/7157678300795778564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/08/prelims.html' title='Prelims'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-12187989025906671</id><published>2007-08-12T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:46:56.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims prelude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright, prelims are 2 days away and I can barely wait. You see unlike most of my friends who are dreading the prelims 'cos they're afraid of messing it up, I honestly can't be bothered anymore. All that the prelims have done was to make me one pissed off fella who has been stuck at home for the longest time ever, been unable to play dota freely and anytime I'm not revising which is most of the time, there's that little niggling warning at the back of my head. So as one can see, the prelims are a thorn in my side and therefore I simply can't wait for it to be over. And now just for the fun of it, let’s see how many ways I can pass my prelims. Assuming grades of A, B, C, D and E to be pass grades and the fact that I would still like to pass all my subjects, that means 5 different grades for 5 subjects each! So it'll probably be 5^5 because every subject is independent of the other, and the grades can be repeated and order doesn’t matter. So yea, 5*5*5*5*5 = 5^5. Woots! I've just revised permutations! And based on that, the probability of me getting 5 As is 1/3125 but the probability of me passing with any other grades is 3124/3125 which is 99.968%! Thus, one can see that aiming for 5 As is an inefficient allocation of resources. Hence, I should simply aim to pass because the chances of doing so are higher and this translates into more slack for me (I.e. Higher margin for error.) So folks, don't pressure yourselves too hard for prelims, as I've proven somewhat, passing isn't all that hard. In fact according to my (flawed) theory, one has a 99.968% chance of passing! But (in the words of some advertisement) why take my word for it? Try it for yourselves! Oh not to mention there'll probably be moderation too if enough people screw up. That means, your chances of passing is close to a 100%. Alright, enough for now, the real deal is in 2 days time. Till then, have fun mugging!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-12187989025906671?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/12187989025906671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/12187989025906671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/08/prelims-prelude.html' title='Prelims prelude'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-411777894150537740</id><published>2007-07-03T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:53:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright it's been so long since I've posted anything here that I almost forgot about this space. So anyway, prelims are coming up and to celebrate this joyous occasion, I shall ensure that I document my prelims preparation to end as well as I can. And for all you other people in the school where I come from, apparently there's only 41 more days to prelims! That's like a little shy of 6 weeks which IMO is still a long, long time. To put things in perspective, try counting down in seconds. Last I tried I had in excess of 4 million seconds and it made me feel so at ease with myself. After all 4 million seconds is a long, long time until you realize that the seconds literally tick by. Muahaahhahaah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-411777894150537740?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/411777894150537740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/411777894150537740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/07/prelims.html' title='Prelims!'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-373361214761511472</id><published>2007-05-14T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:34:26.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-373361214761511472?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/373361214761511472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/373361214761511472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/05/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-3758329541777907094</id><published>2007-05-01T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:49:47.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PW</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmm, I've no idea which week of Term 2 this is but I figured we still have many more weeks before the hols because the teachers haven't started dishing out holiday homework. Well maybe they have but I wasn't listening. Anyway, the holidays will come either way so no worry. What I am worried about is my screwed up PW results. Yes, like half the cohort of students out there in every JC except HC, I'm wondering what the hell happened to my PW. Now since this is a public domain and everyone's all sensitive and stuff, I cannot start on my highly vulgar rant about PW here, again. So, I shall have to talk nicely about PW. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I'm still in favour of PW (Don't get me wrong, this ain't no MOE propaganda.). But I personally think PW has its purpose. For one it allows you to work in a team and unlike IPW in Secondary School where it didn't count for anything so no one gave a shit, PW in JC matters so everyone's taking it more seriously and teamwork abounds. That's what I like about PW. Cos everyone in the group actually does something and we all get to learn to work together. So, you see if the grading was taken away, I guess PW would be just like IPW and it would defeat the whole purpose. But then seeing that PW counts for 10% of our admission to Local Us, the grade would matter quite a bit especially for those aiming to enter the more competitive courses. So how? On one hand grading ensures we do work, but then who's to say the grading is entirely reflective of the effort we've put in? This is especially true for assholes who didn't do anything and still got a decent grade. Now, now I’m not pointing fingers but you guys know who you are. Also, isn't the learning process more important than a grade?  So there you have it, the great dilemma the MOE is in. Of course there're many other factors for them to consider but the way I see it, grading keeps us from slacking but the grading system is flawed and it has a significant impact on our future. So maybe PW isn't such a good idea and what's even funnier is the teacher from a certain JC who started this whole PW thing going has one of the least number of As this year. LOL. It's really damn funny and I take my hat off to that JC for coming up with such a scheme. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But after all that's said and done, we can't really do anything about the grades can we? All we can do is bitch about it and curse and swear at anything and everything related to PW. And that I'll do with pleasure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-3758329541777907094?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/3758329541777907094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/3758329541777907094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/05/pw.html' title='PW'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-1603091272967631052</id><published>2007-04-07T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T15:24:15.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>Ah, it's now the time of the year known as the calm before the storm. In a few more weeks, (months if you're a slacker, any longer don't bother.) before the preparations for the great prelims start. And I'm not too excited about it, obviously. Anyway, the Terms are just over and amazingly I don't have to attend remedial for everything! LOL. It would really suck having remedial for every subject. But if you have lots to catch up, then I guess remedial would help to a certain the extent. The extent of which one cannot be certain of, even the certainty of which one is certain that the remedial would be helpful to any extent cannot be ascertained. I digress. But remedial is supposed to help, right...&lt;br /&gt;So, today I must talk about something which has been annoying me for the past weeks. It's the share a tune on the bus syndrome. It's a chronic illness where the sufferers who have been living off Pedra Branca and haven't seen a handphone since forever, pick up one and much to their amazement realise it can generate noise too very much like the birds from the island they came from. And these sufferers are really pitiful. Having not used a handphone before, it's certainly normal to find out what great functions the device has. But having a brain and some common sense, they should realise that unlike the birds off Perdra Branca, we humans on the bus do not need to hear some awful techno song being blasted from the pathetic little speaker which is probably not designed to output sound at such a volume which probably explains the great distortion in the sound. And why techno? Why can't you play something more radio friendly? Or at least something more quiet? It certainly isn't my idea of entertainment to be onboard a bus at eight plus, jammed with many other passengers, with the aircon either too cold or not working and having some clown(s) in the seat(s) behind me legs propped up against the back of my seat playing some shit music and talking in such loud voice(s) that even my ck9 cannot possibly isolate. And being the nice Singaporeans that most of the passengers are, we respect these deprived individuals and choose not to tell them to stfu in their faces. So we be all nice and courteous about it, shooting them the look every now and them, attempting to communicate the idea of bus etiquette to them. But no those idiots just don't get it do they. So, I've decided to post a list of dos and don'ts here just in case those fellas discover the Internet in the near future and maybe chance upon this space and learn how they should behave aboard the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nofing's guide to commuting on Singapore's public transport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For buses:&lt;br /&gt;As long as it is a public bus and not lim peh's (your father's) bus, treat it as public property. That means keep that pen knife/marker/screw driver/wrench away from the bus seats. If you've a screw loose, taking one more screw from the bus seat won't help. And don't proclaim your undying love for someone on the bus seat. The person would never find out and it shows how bloody atrocious your English is. We have Design and Technology (D&amp;T) in school for a reason. It's to keep you from taking your carpentry to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Next, since it's a public bus, there are other individuals in the bus known as strangers to you. For that reason, don't talk so loudly on the bus so as to maintain the status quo of strangers. There is no need for anyone but yourself to know why Ah Hui left you for another girl, or whether you should pon (skip) school tomorrow to go to K (An entertainment outlet-Karaoke.)&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, much as loud voices are not tolerated on the bus, so are loud ringtones and music. If you're using stock iBuds (aka cheap white apple earphones), please go change them. You're not hearing your music because it's leaking out and now everyone but yourself can hear Jolin Tsai or Metallica or whatever it is you're listening to. If you for some reason have no earphones and really need to listen to your music, blaring it from the in built speakers is not an option. We already have TV mobile on board and it's bad enough therefore please don't add to it. Rather, position the speaker to your ear as if you're having a conversation and play the music softly. Granted it's not stereo so take your khaki's phone and place it against your other ear. Ok, it's dual mono but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, for those trishaw riders/coffeeshop uncles wannabes, the bus is not your trishaw/coffeeshop. That means no propping up of legs against the back of the seat in front of you. Sounds confusing? Never mind, it means just keep your feet on the ground. However, if you insist, then when boarding bus, and there're two two empty rows of seats one behind the other, take the one behind so that the seat in front is unoccupied and you can prop your legs up until someone seats down. So we have a formula here. For all leg proppers out there. Let N be the seat you want to sit on, where N&gt;1, and take the N+1 seat. If the N+1 seat does not exist or is occupied, it means you have to take the N seat and you cannot prop up your legs unless the N-1 seat is vacated. It's really simple right? Don't prop your legs up and save yourself the Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, as mentioned earlier, the bus is public property and not your second home. (The second home is your school not the bus.) That means no lying down to sleep on the bus. This especially applies during peak hours when the buses are packed and you're the sleepy asshole occupying 2 seats. It only serves to piss the other passengers off so much so that they will block your way and prevent you from alighting.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that must be about all for buses. For trains, well since I don't take it often, it means 2 things.  1, I don't know all the nonsense people do on trains. Most importantly, I don't encounter it often enough so I'm not too affected by it. So, I'll leave the train guide to later.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that must be all for now. Until next time, please do keep the bus rules in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-1603091272967631052?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/1603091272967631052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/1603091272967631052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/04/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-9049761688308341827</id><published>2007-03-21T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:46:50.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Termzzzz</title><content type='html'>This week is Terms week here where I am. Terms is actually a good thing because Terms means no lessons and we all get to go home early. And Terms also means no attire check. Well at least I haven't kenna any yet. But the d-comm just had to announce that there's an attire check this Friday! So nice of them to warn us in advance. But yea, appreciate it. Anyway, damn the J1s! I bet they're the cause of this attire check. See, the J1s after JAE seem to have forgotten that they're still in school. So, the girls shorten those skirts and wear those drawstrings on their blouses to look like Saints. Not that I'm complaining, but do try to be more original? Maybe instead of lengthening the blouse, hitch it up and tie a knot? Lol. That would surely put the school back into the limelight and the d-comm would most certainly have a field day catching them.  Ahaahhah. And the issue with hair colour. I seriously don't understand. As long as it's not pink or some outlandish colour, surely it's ok right? Maybe if you colour your hair with the school colours it'll be fine? Red, blue, gold watch it unfold. My ass. Anyway, there's nothing much that can be done 'bout the hair check 'cept hope that it's a random one and I don't run into the d-comm. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Terms now. Today was Physics, yesterday was Maths and the day before was Econs. Tomorrow is Chemistry. Well what do they have in common? I screwed them all and they're going to be my ticket to ssp! Woots! SSP isn't some Secret Service Program. In fact it's the opposite. Everyone knows what SSP is. Kinda like the Diamond Club back in ASS. Lol. SSP is Self Study or Supplementary Study or something study program. It's rather like having perma detention cos you gotta go down to the library a few times a week sign in like the dc people and sit down and study. But it's a bit better I suppose. Least you can listen to your mp3s. But it still sucks.  But if I do strike the lottery and kenna SSP, it's not all too bad. High time I hit the books anyway. So, for the past three days, well at least yesterday and today, I had to do my papers in the badminton hall. How cool is that? It's actually kinda cool with a stage, aircon, lousy PA system and highly entertaining teacher antics. I think the only reason I go for exams is to see the highly entertaining teacher antics. They make it all worthwhile, very much like a circus act, highly recommended, 5 stars. Anyway, these two days, I must say I didn't perform well for my papers. But, but it's not all my fault. Granted, I should have tried harder but it was the birds' fault. See starting yesterday, 2 birds (Mynah birds, those medium size black birds, abit scrawny but they're strong. They're the good stuff ya hear me? Nothing like some big black birds.) somehow flew into the badminton hall and they didn't want to get out! Well they couldn't since the doors were closed but there were the windows were there not? Anyway it was fine to have 2 birds. I mean it's like moral support to know 2 birds are perched up there ready to shit on you the minute you answer a question wrong. Especially for MCQs. But the birds didn't shit, at least not on me. Maybe they should shit on the CPE and then he'll have to make a report and send it to SEAB. Something along the lines of birds attempting to cheat. Terminated. So, those 2 stupid birds decided to have a chit chat session on the rafters or whatever you call those high beams in the hall. And since the hall is rather big, the chirping was amplified and it resonated around the hall. Ok, amplified yes, resonated I don't know. What's resonate anyway? Lol. And the chirping was really disturbing. It really disrupts my train of thought especially when I'm cracking those damn problems. And because of that, I could not concentrate during the paper hence if I fail, I'm going to appeal and the birds be my witnesses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-9049761688308341827?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/9049761688308341827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/9049761688308341827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/03/termzzzz.html' title='Termzzzz'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-7065140563777778640</id><published>2007-03-14T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:44:49.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings: Holidays my ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These holidays have certainly been most meaningful with me spending the first 3 days participating in school based activities. Quite a feat given the only school based activity I ever do is, well attend school, and reluctantly doing so at that. So, now that I've wasted three days away, that leaves me with 4 more before the Terms arrive. And I must say that having Terms after the hols really suck. But I can't imagine having them before the hols either. Therefore we should just scrape the idea of Terms altogether and just wait for the big As. Makes life less stressful anyway. Alright, I don't feel like typing anymore, cursing and swearing at people online requires vigorous use of the keyboard and what's worse is that there's no spell check for it so I gotta type carefully. Super waste time. But then the people on the receiving end deserve it. Shame I don't have a microphone set else I would yell at them. And notice it's just the microphone and not the headset. So they can't yell back. Well they can but I won't hear them. Ahaahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-7065140563777778640?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/7065140563777778640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/7065140563777778640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/03/musings-holidays-my-ass.html' title='Musings: Holidays my ass'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-949963083265552826</id><published>2007-02-26T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:54:24.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's been forever since I posted anything here. And no I've not been banned form the computer. In fact I think I've been spending more time in front of it than ever! Doing what else? Homework of course! Bullshit. But yea spending more time at computer but not doing work. Anyway, Chinese New Year is over, attire check is coming, Terms are coming, all those damn tutorials which I didn't hand in have resulted in the various subject teachers threatening me with detention. Oh well, might as well then, serve all the detentions in one sitting. I.e. to kill all the detention slips with one detention. Probably won't work if the teachers have half a brain working. Which I'm sure they do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I'm not here to talk about CNY or any of that shit. Nah, that's more like some diary entry. No I must talk about something new and revolutionary; well it seems that way to me at least. See an unknown student in my school (unknown to you of course) decided that he would pull a fast one on the teachers. The student apparently did his subject test paper asleep and was called up by the lecturer who referred the matter to his tutor. He failed the test anyway but that's not the point. What was interesting were the excuses he gave to the lecturer and the tutor. To the lecturer, he said the tutor didn't teach in class and was rubbish. To the tutor, he said the lecturer was so fierce and he couldn't understand a word and because the lecturer was so fierce, he daren't approach her to clarify his doubts. Well honestly, it's a pile of nonsense. Seriously, if it were me, lecturer fierce or not, understand the lecture or not, I would probably sleep through the whole thing and be the first out of the door minute the lecture's over. Same goes for the tutor. But then cannot explain away a U grade like that right? Must smoke the teachers again. Smoke your way through or rather sleep your way through the test cannot make it right, well try again. The point is if you freaking screwed up the test, don't go blame the whole world man. Take responsibility, tell the teacher you're tired of living, that you want to fail your As, kenna sign on in army then you'll wake up. Or else just be like me and sleep your way through lessons, come home and pia(Singlish: The act of rushing and putting yourself under extremely stressful conditions which more often than not results in you ditching the whole effort altogether.) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course this is not the right way. In fact everything I say or do is not politically, socially, morally, etc every other benchmark in society correct. In that case I don't know how else I can be correct. I digress. So lesson learnt today, don't go badmouth a teacher in front of another teacher especially if they're from the same school in the same department. It doesn't earn you any credit ya know. Because teachers as I mentioned earlier have at least half a brain working (I.e. Working brain &gt; Grey matter in numb skull) and they know if you tell them some bad stuff about another teacher, you might just do the same to them. Well you don't need to be a teacher to know that but since teaching is a job, unlike &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, any rumor is more likely to result in a sack than a lucky break to stardom. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright, I must end here and if anyone reads this going away thinking I'm talking about you whatsoever, no. The point of this entry is to highlight the fact that studying and passing tests are part and parcel of being a student. If you don't want to study and choose to pass the blame around, then please have some brains lah. Don't go blame the teachers. It's not ALWAYS their fault you know. Alternatively arrange for consultation with moi, the master guru in one on one, student to teacher confrontations. Joking only, I am a model student after all. Heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-949963083265552826?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/949963083265552826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/949963083265552826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/02/musings_26.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-1333867241466569403</id><published>2007-02-07T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:03:40.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently the Ashley treatment saga popped up again. For those who don’t know what the Ashley treatment is about, it's about this 9 year old girl in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; called Ashley (duh) who is "profoundly retarded" and is receiving hormone treatment to keep her permanently small. Now, what's the fuss 'bout giving someone hormonal treatment? After all some women have it during menopause and some guys have it to go either way. But for Ashley, it's different. See the problem is people are saying it's unethical and selfish of her parents to keep her small. After all her growth does not impede her quality of life and neither does it cause her harm. But the parents argue that if she continues growing, then one day she'll be too big for them to manage. And I agree with them. For all those critics out there who blast Ashley's parents for being selfish and wanting to maintain their current lifestyle, I say screw off. Why don't you guys go have some retarded kid and try caring for him or her for the rest of your damned life? Why is it that what other people do concern you so much? Will keeping Ashley small cause the sky to fall down? Or she not having boobs destroys your pedophilic fantasies? Seriously, I don't know shit 'bout caring for kids, but I do know I probably gave my folks hell bringing me up. And I'm not handicapped. Imagine having to care for a handicapped child then. And those parents of disabled children who criticized Ashley's parents. Well so you guys are what? Holier than thou? Maybe you could manage your kid but that don't mean everyone is like you. So where does one draw the line between family matters and society? Ashley is at the end of the day her parent's responsibility. No one else is going to replace them to care for Ashley. And as it is, I applaud them for caring for their daughter for the years she's been here rather than opting for the easy way out and sending her to a nursing home. Or worse just abandoning her altogether. Doesn't their courage and determination to care for their daughter deserve some commendation? So why the hell must everyone focus on the one point of hormone treatment? Is it wrong? Honestly the parents aren't exactly young, and to continue to care for their growing daughter is certainly no easy task. At the very least, they're trying their best to care for her. And if it means keeping her small, by all means. Don't come and tell me they're being selfish and all that bullshit. Come on you guys should know better. Ok, even if she continues growing, what good does it do? She's paralyzed for goodness sake. Does having a full grown paralyzed child make things any better? So to all you bastards out there blasting Ashley's parents, go get a life will ya? It's her parent's choice after all since her daughter is unable to decide. And as her parents, surely whatever decision they make will have her interests at heart. By personally caring for Ashley all along, it shows their sincerity and love for their child. That alone is enough evidence that whatever treatment Ashley receives, it will definitely be for the good of her. And that ends my thoughts about the Ashley treatment. That is until some great guy has some other ridiculous comment to make about the case.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now, on to something even more amazing. Yep it's the annual cross country meet. Initially, our school was supposed to have it at Mac Ritchie. But then they changed it to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Turf&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. And I thought it was because Mac Ritchie was having some renovation works. But I was wrong. The reason was, some other cooky with a capital C JC decided to have their cross country at Mac too. And they apparently got their application through. Damn. Because if we had our cross country at Mac then it would have been very convenient for me to sneak off and head home. But no we had to have our cross country at some ulu place in Upper Bukit Timah which even the horses have abandoned. And well, to say the least the event wasn't too bad after all simply because compared to Mac, there was a real Mac at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Turf&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Not to mention a Giant and many car shops. But the car shops are irrelevant but I shall mention them anyway. So, probably the only memorable thing about this year's cross country was, I walked the entire route and still cheated along the way? Yep I did do that but no it's not memorable because as far as I can remember, I've been doing that since forever! What's memorable was the effective deployment of the d-comm. They were so effective they got me chased out of Mac. Well at least I finished all my fries and coke. Lol. See, for some reason or other, we were told to gather at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Turf&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at 2.30. And our mass run better known as the ACJC Big Walk only starts at 4. And in between, I have no idea what we're supposed to be doing but apparently whatever we were supposed to be doing did not include lunching at Mac. Wonderful. So for an hour half we walk around looking for horse turd? Maybe they should rename it &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Turd&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Anyway, the whole thing was pretty uneventful, didn't rain, didn't have no chariots, teachers didn't get captured by ape man in jungle. So that's about all that's been going on. And now, it's high time I go do something more productive. Like DoTA. Ahahaahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-1333867241466569403?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/1333867241466569403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/1333867241466569403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/02/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-8541836929599951411</id><published>2007-01-31T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:22:57.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings don't know number how many</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am I up to it? Guess I'll find out tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, it's been a great relief for me to know that Chinese New Year is just round the corner. It's an even greater relief that swim pe will be over come end of this week. However, it's become an even greater worry for me since the school, more specifically the discipline committee or d-comm for short has officially announced its intention to conduct a random attire check in the near future. My my sounds like they're bidding for the IR or something. But anyway, the prospect of an attire check will make life much more exciting now. Imagine constantly having to flatten your hair, tuck in your shirts, wear the correct shoes, etc. Sounds like great fun to me. That's about all that's happening in school now. Oh yes, the Valentine's Day flower delivery service! Before I forget. It seems that the junior colleges in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; have all come together to celebrate Valentine's Day. How nice. And they're going to go about it by having some inter jc flower delivery service. Imagine how exciting that would be! We could spam flowers and have it delivered to every Tom, Dick and Harry. Alas, the flowers aren't free and come at a fee of 4 bucks if I'm not wrong. Suckers. 4 bucks just to spam flowers? Hell I might as well chop a tree and deliver it myself. But flowers aside, what I found interesting was that not all the JCs were participating in this hare brained scheme. Raffles, HCI and if I'm not wrong SA (seems like SA is smart too eh?) have declined to be a part of this cheat the students of their money conspiracy. But then Valentine's Day has always been a cheat your money day ever since money came about. I digress. So, what happens if I want to deliver flowers to those JCs? Then how? Do I have to use Fedex? Then it would be Fedex, 3 rest of JCs 0. We live to deliver. Ahh, I think I am going mad. Because I for one would never ever pay to deliver flowers. Much less pay a bunch of councilors. Never. Ok enough talking here. It's time for me to go and sleep. And find out what happens tomorrow. Sucks. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-8541836929599951411?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/8541836929599951411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/8541836929599951411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/01/musings-dont-know-number-how-many.html' title='Musings don&apos;t know number how many'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-4987382627458811990</id><published>2007-01-17T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:25:05.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's amazing how I would rather rot away all evening in front of the computer doing stupid things like this instead of picking up my notes and studying something, well in this case everything since I haven't started on anything - The vices of the media which is coincidentally the GP topic for the half term. However this is not an addiction per se. Rather it just reflects how repulsive school work must be. And imo doing benzenes and SHM all night isn't my idea of fun. And SHM isn't some variant of FHM for those lucky bastards not taking Physics. From what I've gathered during the lectures, SHM is yet another nonsensical Physics theory used to explain something which doesn't really need explaining and which 90% of the world’s population would not care for just like what Physics has been for the whole of last year. I digress. Anyway, I do not know what I'm doing here but I shall just continue typing until I tire and then it's time to sleep after a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fruitful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;evening’s work. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what's new? Well I really do not know. So I shall just have to go on typing till I tire. And that wouldn't be too hard would it. Just typing and typing and typing. Very soon I'd get bored of typing then I would publish this post then I would go to bed. And I think that would be soon. So in the mean time I shall just have to continue typing. And as I'm typing this it's becoming more and more like my "nothing" entry which I wrote during compulsory journal writing in lower secondary. And I bet it must have been the most famous journal entry ever written given that it was circulated all over the staffroom with the page folded and the word "Best!" scrawled on the top of the page in red obviously by whoever must have been my English teacher then. On top of that, I still had to re do that journal entry because writing about nothing was plain unacceptable. But why not? Given that my entry about nothing was far more substantial than some of classmate's entries about something. See, nothing is just like another Physics concept. It cannot be defined properly in words and must be represented in the form of squiggly lines and dx/dy. It really is very strange that I spend half my JC life looking at squiggly lines and writing grammatically wrong statements. And so here I go on typing and typing. By now you must be bored to shit and probably think I'm crazy. Well I think so too. The bored part I mean. But I must continue typing because I'm not tired yet and if I stop typing I'll have nothing to do. And when that happens I might just glance over at the stack of files atop my bag and feel guilty bout all the stress that I'll be putting my teachers through tomorrow. But it is not my fault is it not? If the teachers did not give me work which I would not do and which they would get pissed at me for then knowing the consequence of giving me the work why do they still bother giving me the work knowing full well the consequence of doing so and the inevitability of it happening. Ah the eccentricities of life just like Physics and Economics and Maths and Chemistry. Well that's all my subjects that I've listed here right. Great. Seems I don't really like school much. Surprise surprise. Ok I am getting tired of typing guess it's time to call it a day and go to sleep. Bye bye. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-4987382627458811990?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/4987382627458811990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/4987382627458811990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/01/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-9026184642066062591</id><published>2007-01-14T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:54:36.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd post of '07 school year</title><content type='html'>One week of school has past and well that's one week closer to graduating? Yea. Anyway this has been a most wet start to the year but that don't seem to dampen the mood for anyone given that orientations all around ended well, the J1s didn't die and the As are still here. Damn the As and damn the J1s too. You see where I am studying the J1s are a weird bunch imo. Unlike previous batches of J1s, this batch has some sort of perverse mind. They enjoy going to the library! But of course since all they do is go there get on a sofa and sleep thereby denying me my rest. Seriously, these J1s do actually study and do whatever work they have or maybe finishing leftover A Maths papers or something. Lol. In fact I think they're studying more than me! Ah well, the bright eyed innocence of J1s. They think work is fun and having mass rallies is the greatest thing that happened in their lives. Not. Anyway, I'll just leave them to their stuff and see what they make out of it come JAE. Just make sure that whatever you do, your first 3 choices for JCs better be near your house.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, more precisely round a week or so ago, the news of a blog - wearemean.blogspot.com, hit the headlines. So I went to check it out. But sadly they took down the stuff. Then I tried googling it for the archives. But those smarties offed the google function. Damn. But judging from what I've read, the blog owners some keyla and lesli or something like that certainly have no qualms flaming people online. But they're probably ball less or something cos now they've gone all quiet and are even removing comments left by readers. So, I'd encourage everyone to go to their space, once again wearemean.blogspot.com and drop a comment or two. Hopefully they wouldn't delete yours. Oh and do go to 0xymoronic.blogspot.com too. He's the guy who complained bout the wearemean people to the ST. I don't know why you should go to his blog but just go there and drop a comment too. Lol. I seem to be in a drop a comment mood. So now off I go to go drop some comments aka spam. Heh now you know what I'm getting at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-9026184642066062591?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/9026184642066062591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/9026184642066062591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/01/2nd-post-of-07-school-year.html' title='2nd post of &apos;07 school year'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-5447911799546188383</id><published>2007-01-05T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:55:04.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post of the school year 2007</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 days of school and I must say that things have changed quite a bit. Firstly, my class lost 3 members but gained 1 back. Not sure if it's good, bad or otherwise but shan't comment here anyway. And we've changed teachers. Apparently, all the classes I'm in are below college average. Lol. So the school decided to get us other teachers. And the implications? That our previous teachers weren't up to scratch? Or my classes are all plain screwed up. Whatever it is new teachers makes the New Year more exciting. And not forgetting the PAE people. How can I forget them? I was just like them a year ago; but in a different JC. Ahaahahaha. Well well what's there to say? Enjoy your time here and get out at JAE? Depends on them I guess but as someone once said, ac is an acquired taste. True. I haven't acquired the taste (don't think I ever will) but at least it doesn't leave a bitter feeling behind now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-5447911799546188383?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/5447911799546188383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/5447911799546188383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-post-of-school-year-2007.html' title='1st post of the school year 2007'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-8681736308786221401</id><published>2007-01-02T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:27:11.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st '07 Post</title><content type='html'>Well well what can I say? Happy New Year! At long last I am finally going to be able to stop studying in 11 months time. And I really don't know if I'll ever pick up a textbook after that. But that remains to be seen. Right now, I believe it's highly appropriate for me to make my New Year resolutions like every other self righteous human being will be doing. And contrary to last year's resolution of not making another set this year, what the hell I'm just going to have to break one more resolution. So here's my New Year resolutions after yet another year of muddling around not making any headway but not exactly lost either.&lt;br /&gt;New Year Resolutions&lt;br /&gt;1. I will finish my final year in ac peacefully and try to graduate on a happy note.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will try not to miss my lectures except under exceptional conditions.&lt;br /&gt;       -  The lecture venue is too far away.&lt;br /&gt;       -  The lecture is right after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;       -  Going for the lecture just doesn’t feel right.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will start working on my TYS and find those missing tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll leave it at 3 for now. When I can think of more then I'll add it. For now, just enjoy your hols and the first week of school which I find is generally even more unproductive than the hols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-8681736308786221401?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/8681736308786221401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/8681736308786221401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-07-post.html' title='1st &apos;07 Post'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-8104538774378220890</id><published>2006-12-20T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:14:26.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>Here we are now finally reaching the end of the 2 month well 3 months if you discount the post promos activities. So these holidays have been no different from last years 'cept that I've been having this nagging worry about something. Ah yes, school work. Simply because last year this time I didn't have any school to go to! Well what wouldn't I give to be "school - less" again? Anyway, Christmas is coming up this week. For the Christians, Merry Christmas and for everyone else, Seasons Greetings. Now, what the hell is Seasons Greetings? Christmas isn't exactly in between any 2 seasons but then since we're in Singapore and we only have one bloody season guess it don't really matter. But why Seasons Greetings I don't know, that's a question for the Gah men.&lt;br /&gt;So, since Christmas is coming, guess it's time to write our letters to whom else? Santa Claus of course! It's really important to write to Santa else he might just forget your presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;This year has been like every other year and I know it and you know it. Why? Cos I've been bad as usual and this probably explains why I haven't received a single present from you for the past seventeen years. You're really mean ya know Santa. Sure I've been a little evil and stuff but so has everyone else right? But you never ever gave me anything. Not even a reindeer. Damn you. But I'll get to that later Santa. Now I've something more pressing to discuss with you.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've seen many videos of you behaving badly too. And it must have been real BAD Santa cos the videos had NSFW ratings. That's not suitable for work for the uninitiated meaning ahem &lt;em&gt;highly inappropriate&lt;/em&gt; content. On top of that there've been news reports of you making rude comments to shoppers. See &lt;a href="http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/B/BRITAIN_SANTA_SACKED?SITE=WIFON&amp;SECTION=HOME&amp;amp;TEMPLATE=DEFAULT"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. What do you have to say for yourself Santa? You jolly old hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;Now Santa I gotta ask you why are you always dressed in red, growing a beard and riding on reindeers? You're known as Father Christmas but Jesus didn't wear red, didn't have a beard and the best he rode on was a donkey. Thus Santa I think you’re one big fake and that's why I never receive any presents from you. Of course feel free to prove me wrong. And don't justify the lack of presents with my behavior cos you've been bad too Santa. So lean over and let me spank you, you bastard.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and enjoy your hols Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Nofing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Santa has advanced with the times so he probably has a MacBook powered by a quad core Intel chip and of course WiFi connection, 802.11n no less so he'll be able to read my letter too. Alright, that's enough for now Merry Christmas everyone and don't forget to do your holiday homework!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-8104538774378220890?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/8104538774378220890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/8104538774378220890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-7057055376110344060</id><published>2006-12-13T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:50:39.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>Today I'm going to talk about two issues close to our hearts and no, one of them isn't Britney Spears night out "commando" style with fellow "comrade" Paris.  Though that's one topic worth a second look (don't mind the pun) but anyway that's a topic best left to one's interpretation and imagination. Still I must add my two cents worth. Sure Britney could go party the life out of her but going without undies and claiming she's enjoying her freedom? I wonder what she's trying to imply. You mean K Fed(ex) chained her panties or something? Again it's just speculation on my part so do take everything I say here with a pinch of salt.&lt;br /&gt;Now onto issue number one - violent teachers in schools. Yea for those who've been reading the papers, there's been a recent flurry of letters to the forums about abusive teachers. Having read most of these letters, I'm compelled to believe that from the 1970s to now, the MOE must have been hiring part time psycho - killers to teach our students. Of course, that is wrong. They've been hiring full time professional psycho - killers! Lol. Seriously, are our teachers that bad? Yes I've met my fair share of bad teachers and the horror stories I shall gladly recount in a while but I say we give these teachers a break. Quit complaining to the forums cos if your teachers were as bad as you made them out to be, you wouldn't even have graduated from school much less write these silly letters. Whatever it is, it's in the past and if you had wanted redress it should have been settled then. Didn't dare to seek redress or couldn't? Too bad. Ahahaha. I've had bad teachers and I sure as hell sought my own redress so if I can do it, it can't be that hard.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I must start on my teacher horror stories now before I forgot all the little exaggerations I added to them.&lt;br /&gt;Horror story #1&lt;br /&gt;I remember in my primary school, I had this Chinese teacher in P6. Sure I wasn't a model student (never wanted to, never was and never will be ) but I still did hand up some of my work and pass the spelling tests. But somehow he still didn't like me much. And about a month before the prelims the bugger told me and my class most gleefully that I wouldn't make it to secondary school. Imagine how I felt then. A little kid with my fragile self esteem and my dearest teacher whom I respected so much told me I couldn't make it to secondary school? Well, in the words of Dave Chappelle, "Kiss my ass bitch". So after that incident, I never did hand up any more work, turned all his lessons into a war game with my friends and I shooting paper pellets all over and making a helluva noise. And then after the PSLE when I got my results which were rather ok I went up to him and said "kiss my ass bitch". Ok I made that last bit up but it's still rather mean of a teacher to condemn a small kid like that. Oh and for those who don't know who Chappelle is, do go and check him out.&lt;br /&gt;Horror story #2&lt;br /&gt;This happened in P1 again with my Chinese teacher. (Now you know why I don't have a strong inclination towards Chinese) Back then the teachers were indeed more violent and there were many occasions when my fellow classmates and I had to kneel on the dirty floor, stick out our hands and get our knuckles rapped. Damn, I thought I was a student not a Prisoner of War. Alas the teacher thought otherwise. Also I had me books torn and thrown about so yea that much is true about teachers back then.&lt;br /&gt;There's a hell lot more shit that happened in secondary school but since I've gotten bored with recounting these tales I shall leave them for another time.&lt;br /&gt;Now I must talk about the other issue. That of manners of the lack of it in community libraries. Having read the report in the Sunday Times and the comments made by people caught in the act be it sticking their feet everywhere, digging their ears etc, I'm really astonished by the behavior of us Singaporeans. It was so ridiculous I thought it was a joke. Especially this comment by a guy whose name I've forgotten but it's in the papers anyway and he has this to say about his behavior, "If you don't like it build another place for yourself." What the hell man. Some people really think no one reads the papers or something. Anyway point is Singapore is still a free country and granted it's not unlawful to stick your feet up or shave yourself but do please have some restrain man. And no taking off your foot ware don't mean you're not dirtying the chair and thereby showing consideration for others. Might as well say I piss on your hand and that's cool 'cos I ain't pissing all over the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-7057055376110344060?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/7057055376110344060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/7057055376110344060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/12/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-3079854678826915392</id><published>2006-11-27T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T10:22:51.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>These days have been pretty boring days. There's pretty nothing much left to do. Movies, games, holidays everything. And now there's still more than 1 month of holidays left. And strangely in my school, there's homework for the holidays (maybe they thought we would get bored) and when there was mention of a physics test next year week 2, I thought for once the physics department was trying to be nice. Alas, I realized that week 1 of 2007 has only 2 or 3 days. Damn. Guess JC life is really different from secondary school. Where our tests were rather spaced out and there were so few and failing all of them didn't really matter. Well at least it didn't matter to me though it did get me a seat in the&lt;em&gt; exclusive diamond&lt;/em&gt; club where I was the unofficial self-elected president. Pretty fun. Oh well, that must be all for now and probably for the rest of these hols until next year when I have to go back to that school then maybe I'll be inspired to write something nasty. Lol. I'm joking, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-3079854678826915392?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/3079854678826915392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/3079854678826915392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-116306149195038753</id><published>2006-11-09T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>Ahh these few days have been some rocking days man. First Saddam "MaDDass" Hussien is gonna get hung for some offences no one really cared about but who asked him to piss Bush off with those threats of WMDs anyway? And speaking of Bush it looks like he'll be taking a break real soon. After all the war in Iraq is taking its toll on him right? But then again no one has heard from the Democrats for more than a decade so US politics is currently a gamble between the devil and the deep blue sea. And ahem, we could well draw some similarities with Singapore politics too. PAP's been ruling since forever? But they won't be relinquishing their position as government soon given our less than credible opposition and the fact that the PAP don't seem to make half as many blunders as the Bush administration.&lt;br /&gt;Now onto more local stuff. As many of you should know, the Penal Code's been revisited recently and among some of the proposed changes is the decriminalization of oral and anal sex between consenting heterosexual couples. And the first thing that came to mind was you guessed it. Tammy. Looks like she and her little boy are gonna get off the hook this time round if this change is implemented. This brings us on to oral/anal sex between gay couples. Now I'm not saying I'm gay or approve of unnatural sex but why doesn't the government approve of gay sex? This is something I really don't understand and their basis of moral considerations is really weak. Still, it's comforting to know that gay sex isn't allowed cos I cannot imagine the day when gays start making out in parks or best the MRT. Lol. Then there was the bit on marital immunity. If the changes on this are implemented, then a husband can be charged for raping his wife. Wtf man. Mr. Husband raping Dear wife? This is technically wrong right? Apparently not so if they are going through a divorce or the wife has a PPO (Personal protection order) against him or I forgot the last exception. Lol. Anyway, if a (normal) couple is undergoing divorce proceedings then it stands to reason that they can't be together usually due to "irreconcilable differences" ala Britney and "K Fed". And if that's the case then surely sex if the last thing on their minds. Or maybe not if the wife is some hottie or the man is some sex maniac. But if that's the case then the man must be out of his mind to approve or worse suggest a divorce. Oh well the law works in strange ways don't it? And then there was the bit on sex with minors overseas. See I really don't understand what the government's recent fascination with sex is. Anyway, now if you organize sex outings with minors overseas or get on with it yourself, the Police are going to have a heyday catching you with your pants down. So please don't go have sex with minors. Please it's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;That must be about all the changes they want to implement. Actually not, truth is the other changes were of little interest to me. Lol. Oh yes, there was an article today or yesterday about some guy who bought fake Viagra and was caught at the customs for consumption of Ice. Apparently, this guy's been on Viagra for some time and recently lost his job but not his sex drive. Hence he still needed Viagra but couldn't afford the real deal so he drove over the causeway to get some Indian Viagra. Why Indian I don't know. Maybe the reporter liked eating briyani or something. Anyway this Indian Viagra was much cheaper and it contained Ketamine, Ice and some other drugs. Apparently every other drug but those used in the real Viagra since the man claimed that the fake Viagra didn't "have any effect". (Except giving him a high which very well explains why he couldn't get it up.) So on that fated day, when he was supposed to get it going with his wife, he popped a fake Viagra only to have the appointment canceled at the last moment. After which he had to go to JB for some business deals. And it was at the customs that the immigration officers arrested him and he tested positive for Ice. And he was charged in court where he wound up telling his sad tale in front of a whole court room. I really pity this guy. To be caught for drugs consumed unknowingly is bad enough. To be cheated out of his money to buy Viagra. Worse. To have to recount to a whole court room this story and have it published in the papers and have everyone me included know that you are sexually dysfunctional. Priceless. Whoever said life was fair man?&lt;br /&gt;And there was dear Dr M. I call him Dr M because the media calls him that and also because the spell check keeps pointing out Mahatair. Looks like M (Microsoft) Word doesn't like his name too much either. So, this fella has more or less burnt all his bridges including the curvy one supposed to replace the causeway. Let's see who is going to come to his rescue this time round. Definitely not LKY I bet. Hmm maybe he and Dr Chee could be pals or something. Both are "Doctors" and both are wired the wrong way. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;And that leaves me with my last thought for the day. The Wee Shu Min aka elitist I don't give a &amp;amp;^(# 'bout you poor sods scandal. I guess the stupidest thing 'bout this whole case is the damned fact that her father is an MP. Yes you read that right. Dear Daddy is a Member of Parliament. And you must be thinking just what the hell does daddy teach dearest wee shu min at home? Or maybe not given that she's an elitist in a real decent junior college on a humanities scholarship so she's probably real busy with no time to listen to daddy preach. Yea, busy reading emails her mommy's friends send her and dissing the shit out of the people in them. As expected daddy came to her defense and even some MPs agree that kids nowadays are "insensitive and provocative" with their remarks so we should pardon them. Really? Insensitive and provocative to the point of insulting someone else's pride and dignity? I guess that's really crossing the line man. It's one thing to poke fun maybe even be sarcastic but to run down a fella whom you don't even know is plain wrong. See, even I know that. And the solution to this problem? In the words of the MP who said teens might be insensitive and provocative, (Irony? Heh.) "Only through the spirit of humility and service can the barriers of arrogance, pride and snobbery be overcome." Hear, hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-116306149195038753?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116306149195038753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116306149195038753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/11/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-116274061315987974</id><published>2006-11-05T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hols</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I've touched this space but I feel rather bad riding on Blogger's bandwidth yet contributing nothing to it. So here I am with nothing to write about. Well I couldn't very well talk about school so it brings us back to the timeless subject of PW.&lt;br /&gt;So PW is in its final stages. The birth pains they call it. But actually I find it rather painless. Yep. Cos the only thing that's left of this bloody subject is the OP (Oral Presentation) which determines if you're orally proficient one way or another. (Now, now don't think otherwise.) And in my humble opinion (IMHO), there's no way to prepare for OP. I mean what do you plan to do? Practice your lines in front of the mirror for half hour sessions 5 times a day? Hell no. Or keep clicking those slides till you know exactly the time taken and the type of animation used for each line? Like &amp;amp;$*# I will. Best thing you can do is hide those damned scripts and go watch some movies. Well that's what I keep telling myself so let's just keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing much more worth mentioning here except for the fact that everyone seems to be DoTAing lately. Really cool but please don't IM me to DoTA after 11. Worse still, call my home to ask me. That's about all for now. Time to proceed with my other nocturnal activities. Sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-116274061315987974?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116274061315987974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116274061315987974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/11/hols.html' title='Hols'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-116133814826182326</id><published>2006-10-20T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2888/517/640/phy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2888/517/320/phy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-116133814826182326?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116133814826182326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116133814826182326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/10/physics.html' title='Physics'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-116133810881529649</id><published>2006-10-20T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2888/517/640/gp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2888/517/320/gp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-116133810881529649?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116133810881529649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116133810881529649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/10/gp.html' title='GP'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-116133803464946874</id><published>2006-10-20T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2888/517/640/maths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2888/517/320/maths.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-116133803464946874?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116133803464946874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116133803464946874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/10/maths.html' title='Maths'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-116133796944454590</id><published>2006-10-20T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results Show</title><content type='html'>Well well, it's official almost sad that I'll most likely make the jump over to JC2. And that leaves me one step closer to the As and of course NS. Which kinda sucks since I thought we could just remain in J1 forever. But I'm not here to go on 'bout how nice it would be if we could all stay put and rot or something. No, I'm here today to highlight the highlights of my promos. Yea exams come and go but it's the shit that you (and the markers) write in it which brings back the memories.&lt;br /&gt;For one there was my Maths. The one about m&lt;0. For the record, I still don't know why m&lt;0 and apparently neither does the marker. And just for your viewing pleasure I've decided to upload the answer script here so we could all have another laugh at it.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was GP with some rather cryptic comments 'bout my AQ being very "radical" and I should "go check with my GP tutor's answer scheme." And I've got a copy of it too though the markers handwriting leaves much to be desired? LOL, but compared to mine, guess it isn't so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;And how can we forget about Dearest Physics. For the record I passed my Physics promos by zero but I doubt I'll pass it overall. But I'll still promote so no worries there. Physics was kind of a joke and there's a hell lot of stuff written in there by the markers and since there's so much I shan't bother putting it here cos it'll take me too much time and effort. (I got better things to do ya know. Like studying for my As....)&lt;br /&gt;So, after all that's been said and done what's in for me now? I guess for many of us, we've yet to recover from the shock our results gave us. Be it an overdose of vitamin A or U. Still it's not the end of the road. There's still a long way to go from here. And if I don't see you next year don't fret. Just pick yourself up and move on. If I'm feeling nice I might just drop by to look for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-116133796944454590?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116133796944454590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116133796944454590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/10/results-show.html' title='The Results Show'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-116075290385826875</id><published>2006-10-13T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PW</title><content type='html'>Just moments ago, my PW leader sent me the WR file which somehow or other was nearly 2mb. But that's not the point. I was wondering why he had sent me the file at all. So he replied that "I should go edit my part" as if it were the most natural thing for me to do. Honestly, I don't give a damn 'bout PW now. Yea maybe I'll regret next year like I did with my Chinese when I topped the level, bottoms up as my then Chinese teacher most kindly told me. But still right now I'm in no mood for explaining why I chose this darn project and give a hundred and one reasons how to improve on it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's really nothing much more that's happening now in this post promos slump so that's all I guess. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud to add I won't be doing anything to the WR much less edit my part so I'm going to get it real bad next week. But what to do, that's life - the bit on not doing my WR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-116075290385826875?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116075290385826875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116075290385826875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/10/pw.html' title='PW'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-116019371060977996</id><published>2006-10-07T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Promos</title><content type='html'>It seems that all things good and bad must come to an end. And so it seems that after all that mugging, the promos are finally over. Sadly for the Physics people like me, we still have the bloody SPA to contend with next week. But that is of little concern to me given that I never really excelled at Physics. Now that the promos are over, I realized that I've nothing to do. I mean there's only that much DoTA you can play before you get bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall do what the other kiasu Singaporean kids will do - start worrying about promotion. I find it kind of sad that we must waste time thinking 'bout getting retained. Indeed, while no one in their right mind would want to get retained, getting retained isn't the end of the world. And I'm pretty I'm going to draw a lot of flak for that statement since talk is cheap. But honestly, given a chance there're a hell lot of things I wished I had and hadn't done this year. So getting retained would give me a chance to right some wrongs. But that wouldn't be for me to decide, since one can't volunteer to retain. But one can of course volunteer to screw up one's promos which would most definitely get one retained. So to all the students out there worrying 'bout promotion, don't worry too much. Cos if you're going to get retained, you will get retained haha; but the point is taking it in the right spirit and moving on and not repeating it again next year cos for the guys especially that would be no "next year".&lt;br /&gt;And with that in mind, I shall go back to my DoTA and figure out my life after the results are in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-116019371060977996?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116019371060977996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/116019371060977996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-promos.html' title='Post Promos'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-115997495360663926</id><published>2006-10-04T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promos Day Four</title><content type='html'>I am frantically counting down to this Friday so that I can play in peace. Well not really since I still have Physics SPA next week but then SPA isn't exactly the most important thing on my agenda right now.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, there was Chemistry SPA today which I find is getting plain ridiculous. What is the point of doing the same experiment for 10 weeks then do the exact same thing during SPA? It's almost as if the teachers don't teach and just give us the promo papers to do all year round. Then come October give us the same paper but we do it in the hall. Really, SPA makes little sense to me. Anyway, SPA was exactly the same as the previous experiments we did no surprises there. But what was strange was that half way through the paper, everyone had finished. And that was when the fun started. See, since we had to do some experiment first we had a fair bit of chemicals and equipment lying around. And there was this long glass thing either the burette or the pipette which I found very useful for prodding the guy in front of me. Then there was the water bottle thingy. I realized that the more you tilt it upwards, the further it squirts! Imagine how much fun we had. Not to mention the many more titrations we did. I somehow managed to finish all my reagents that I winded up titrating water with well more water? Still, it was a bloody exam so the rules were in place which was quite a pity cos we might have ended up in a war. With the long glass thing as light sabers and the water bottles as guns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-115997495360663926?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/115997495360663926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/115997495360663926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/10/promos-day-four.html' title='Promos Day Four'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-115988452631641796</id><published>2006-10-03T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promos Day Three</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of my second last theory paper for promos. Indeed after all that has come to past, it has finally come to an end. What a relief, what joy, oh the freedom and the pleasure until the results return that is. Anyway, I've already started slacking around not giving too much thought 'bout my remaining papers.&lt;br /&gt;Back to business now; Physics was on the menu today and what can I say? Or what's there to say? Well for one paper 1 was stupid. See I don't know what's with my current fascination over toilet breaks but the Physics paper 1 was only 40 minutes? That's even worse than the Econs paper because a 40 minutes paper breaks the toilet break examination rule. See for the first 30 minutes we can't leave and neither can we do so in the last 15 minutes. And if you observe carefully, there's a 5 minute overlap. Well it's really nothing much but just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;So, after paper 1 when everyone was just sitting around not doing much, the Chief Presiding Examiner (CPE) just had to say that all students who wished to go to the toilet would kindly step up to the front of the hall to queue. And lo and behold, suddenly every guy in the hall had to go to the toilet! It's as if they've never been to a toilet before. Well they probably haven't been to a toilet filled with so many guys dying to pee. And it was pretty stupid watching the group of clowns waiting for their turn to go to the toilet. Hence I propose that in future, we allow the guys and girls (if they want to) to pee into their water bottles! This makes sense because there wouldn't be any water left in the bottle since they drank it all up hence the need to pee. And if they stayed in the hall to pee we wouldn't have to waste time queuing. And imagine how interesting conversations would get.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey mate that's a big 'un there."&lt;br /&gt;"Crickey, it's waving at me!"&lt;br /&gt;Damn. But that probably wouldn't happen since things would get rather tense between members of the sexes. And let's not bring back the birds and the bees and the honey and what have you back into this shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-115988452631641796?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/115988452631641796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/115988452631641796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/10/promos-day-three.html' title='Promos Day Three'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-115977462295470056</id><published>2006-10-02T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promos Day Two</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life, I had a chance to sit for a 3 hour Math paper and I must say it's been quite an experience. For one, this being a 3 hour paper, it meant we could all take turns to go to the toilet, multiple times. Doesn't that sound great? Anyway, apart from the toilet breaks there is really nothing very exciting about being seated for 3 hours doing Math. Rather I'm more used to sitting in front of the computer and doing Math for 3 minutes which sort of explained my restlessness during today's paper. All the same I somehow or other managed to finish my paper even if it meant giving wacky answers. For example there was this question asking why m&lt;0. I read it and I asked myself too, why must m&lt;0? Alas it was a trick question or so I thought thus I gave a reply, cos that's the way it is. I mean why else would m&lt;0? Why must we all be so negative? Let's spread some positive cheer around here shall we?&lt;br /&gt;That's beside the point since that m&lt;0 bit was worth only a mark; but the part behind it which seemingly required prior knowledge as to why m&lt;0. Ah, that one I couldn't do either and it was worth 3 marks. Damn. Needless to say, I'm not too sure about Math now that I'm reflecting about it. But it's too late for regrets. Only thing I can do now is to look forward to Physics and see what other nonsensical answers I can flood the examiners with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-115977462295470056?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/115977462295470056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/115977462295470056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/10/promos-day-two.html' title='Promos Day Two'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-115954269257464457</id><published>2006-09-29T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promos Day One</title><content type='html'>Today there was GP and Econs which meant 4 and half hours of non stop writing. Nothing very interesting 'bout the 2 papers though if I fail both I'll get retained.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I must talk about this weird exam rule. It's the one on not going to the toilet during the first 30 minutes and the last 15 minutes. And my Econs paper was split into 2 parts. DRQ and essay and each one was 45 minutes. So half way through the paper, when I realized I had forgotten everything about demand and the shit, the teacher said there was 15 minutes left and we couldn't leave the hall. So I realized that there was no way to leave the hall since we can't leave in the first 30 minutes and the last 15 minutes. And 30 + 15 = 45 for all you Maths failures out there. Therefore, it is theoretically impossible to go the toilet during the Econs paper. This is a very serious error and misjudgment on the Intrnal Examinations Committee (IEC). What happens if a student really needs to go the toilet? Is he gonna have to pee in his pants or skirt (not possible since skirt got no eh? cloth underneath?) or whatever and become a negative externality? All the same, no one went to the toilet during the Econs paper, obviously and well maybe I'll make it a point to try and go to the toilet during a 45 minute paper in future. Also I guess we must go feedback to the IEC not to have 45 minute papers else we can't have our toilet breaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-115954269257464457?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/115954269257464457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/115954269257464457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/09/promos-day-one.html' title='Promos Day One'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-115944421856487512</id><published>2006-09-28T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promos</title><content type='html'>I've no idea what I'm doing here right now given that my promos officially begin tomorrow and I'm in no way prepared for my GP or Econs. Then again how do you study for GP or Econs for that matter? But much as these 2 subjects seem insignificant, I can't afford to fail either because if I do, I'll get RETAINED and that kind of sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I guess getting retained isn't so much the hassle of going through yet another year of shit but it's more of the stigma attached to it. Like what one of my friends said. It's during the festive seasons like CNY when those alien relatives descend on your doorstep and start asking the most irrelevant of questions. Like, "boy ah you this year still studying ah?" C'mon, the fact that I'm standing in front of you means I'm not yet in NS and neither am I in jail so it stands to reason that I must be in school since I can't think of any other reason as to why my parents would keep me in the house if I'm no longer schooling. Anyway, I can't really be bothered by that right now. Right now, I'm still trying to figure out which subjects I might pass so that I can get promoted.&lt;br /&gt;You know in secondary school when we had 8 subjects it made things a hell lot easier. Reason being it's more difficult to get retained though some individuals have proven otherwise. But for the majority passing 3 out of 8 subjects isn't exactly the hardest thing to do. Besides, even subjects like English and Chinese count which makes it really easy. Compared to now, we've 5 subjects and we need to pass 3. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not too concerned 'bout which subjects to pass since they all seem equally bad. So I'll take my chances and not study too much for any one subject. That way I get to cover more ground and in economics terms it's something called allocative efficiency right? Wrong I guess but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;Now, this entry is getting harder and harder to write since I've sworn never again to mention my school (see I don't even dare say which school) on this space or anywhere else. And that leaves me with very much nothing at all to write about. And since that's the case then I might as well end off here and really go and try figure out what allocative efficiency really is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-115944421856487512?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/115944421856487512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/115944421856487512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/09/promos.html' title='Promos'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35044778.post-115926973325828377</id><published>2006-09-26T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:40:18.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I've decided to wipe everything clean once again after a series of events. Anyway, it's not the end but a new beginning. There'll be more stuff here. Just don't expect anything school related. Yea, once bitten, twice shy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the quote of the day: I choose not to be a "tool of torture, but a source of inspiration." Guess where that came from?&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35044778-115926973325828377?l=e-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/115926973325828377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35044778/posts/default/115926973325828377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-musings.blogspot.com/2006/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Nofing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583856905908369293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
