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Ting!

Who's going U.S. soon? Help me get the bag! Tolong!

posted by white_castle @ 10/30/2005 11:56:00 PM 0 comments

Word..

If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.

--RENE DESCARTES
Seventeenth-century French philosopher

Truly for pot, peace and love

posted by white_castle @ 10/28/2005 12:02:00 AM 0 comments

Never fails to amaze me

"姜女寻夫"
天边消息实难思，切莫多心望强求；
若把石头磨作镜，曾知枉费己工夫。

Got a hard knock on the head today and I finally can completely relate to the following: as much as change is important to pursue success, the level hard work, commitment, persistence and vision should very much remain status quo.

The next semester is starting soon and I thought it might be good to look for some divine help. Get some advice and stuff. And my answer lies within the above phrase from a Chinese folk legend.

Rough translation: Do not heed and brood over news from afar; one will be wasting his efforts trying to polish a stone into mirror.
Meaning: No matter how hard you try, your efforts will be wasted. Stick to your old ways.

When I thought it was trying to tell me that I’m gonna have a rough sem ahead, it just doesn’t make much sense. Stick to the old ways? So on second thoughts on possibilities, everything made sense. I guess all these while I’ve been trying too much to read into the future, through that, hoping that I’ll get a shortcut or an easier way out of some sort. A real smack in the head today.

We as creations of the higher ups, have the power to mould our future. Like for example if you are given the potential to morph into a Raichu, that doesn’t mean we’ll all get there. Slackers don’t have to chance to go above Pichu. People whom at least take the effort, could morph into Pikachu and who understands their potential and is willing to walk over fire to get there, will eventually become what they are made to be. That means, you can’t skip a level, and neither could you morph into Mew, and you can’t get freebies unless you search for it.

Of course the higher ups are watching you, and I believe that many of you out there have gotten connections of them trying to say, “hey you dwab, I’m trying to help here. But for your information, I’m not going to make it easy.” So bottom line is, God help those whom are willing to help themselves.

So much so, all these while I’ve been trying to find shortcuts, of course not forgetting raw hard work; but sometimes the temptations of an easy way out is just too sweet. I guess I’ve really learnt a lesson that nothing can replace pure hard work to achieve what you’re out to get. Take time to knock in the foundation, efforts will not be wasted and spend lesser time thinking about how to get a quick fix.

For pot, peace and china-nese

posted by white_castle @ 10/27/2005 01:25:00 AM 0 comments

an expensive ticket

just won an expensive ticket
that worth 120bucks
to exchange for a buckle for safety
AND also with 3loyalty points earned!

wow!
where can you get such a good deal?
& I know where..

With compliments,
Traffic Police

darn...kns

posted by zincs @ 10/26/2005 02:24:00 AM 0 comments

AHhHHhhhHHHh!!!!

Just dropped my new zippo fuel cylinder!!!!! Feeling so lowwww... and i have no freaking idea how it came off..now that i'm typing this i kinda recalled me hearing something drop..but dunno when..God Damn!!!! Just hope that people think that it contains anthrax and nobody's gonna pick it up until i find it.. it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax it's anthrax

posted by white_castle @ 10/21/2005 11:23:00 PM 0 comments

A moment in the life of sunny in Howards

Me: "Gd afternoon mdm, how are you?"

Mdm: "Fine, thanks. Erm, anyways how much is this trolley?"

Me: "Oh it's six...eighty bucks."

For pot, peace, love and H&K

posted by white_castle @ 10/21/2005 01:21:00 AM 0 comments

I need...

I have no idea how come my mood can change so fast. For a moment I thought I might get through this 3months of SIP, and just as sudden as my realization of the fact that life might suck again, there’s still 5 days before the first, out of three months of my SIP ends. Feeling so lethargic man… I swear things were getting better. I miss going out. I’m drained of love and joy. Withdrawals one after another. Inanimate objects are those that I look forward interacting. Food, books, computer, shower, bed, bike and blades. And of those 7 mentioned, 5 will make me feel tired. LOL jia lat sia, sound damn sad. Definitely will be looking forward to BFD, and of course my friends that I haven’t met in awhile. Hope you people are doing fine, take care and I’ll cya peeps soon! For supper, for soccer, for an hour in massage parlor, and above everything else, I need a break. Phoo…

For pot, more pot and a big bag of pot.

posted by white_castle @ 10/16/2005 10:19:00 PM 0 comments

This is a very 'no link' post.

Tuesday, took some time to walk down a personal memory lane. Initially it started out as a trip to Jurong East to repair my sound card. Coincidentally, I used to study there for a year before my college moved to Yew Tee. The toughest times does leave the fondest memories. From the moment I alight the train, the view overlooking the field, I remember how I would just stare out into the night from the train platform, after a long day in school, finding peace in the colors of the night. Everything hasn’t changed a bit, Jurong is still filled with weird people. Was dining at LJS when a guy, probably around my age, dressed shabbily, a white top, pale khakis, oxford shoes, waist pouch at the front, talking on the phone, minding his own business when his free hand reached for his crotch, and started scratching his balls. Scratch and scratch, fondled with his marbles and only cared to stop when he finally realized that I was staring at him right in the face. No, he didn’t show the slightest embarrassment. And neither do I think he’s wearing anything inside.

After going to TP, only went to Jurong a couple of times, and my old campus has always been there, though I remembered that it was going to be demolished. Anyways, I guess Informatics bought it over recently and made it their new campus. A new paint job was given, and I had an urge to take a walk inside, but being me, waste time ah..

Soon after I’m done at Creative, wanted to head back home since it was already around 6. Just when I stepped into the station, I was compelled to take a detour to Sembawang first. Sembawang formed a coherent part to my JC life. Specifically, I spent half a year canoeing there. I’d look forward to water training, apart from the love of the sport, but also the subtle magical attractiveness of the place. Calm, tranquil, the seclusion and the things living there that made it such a great place. Terrifying at times, we were always among fishes, jellyfishes, and some of us even saw a pair of horseshoe crab mating! Also as memorable, is the time spent with my canoe mates, from being pure noobs, trained together, capsized in dirty water (and me in swamp mud), the miles that we ran on the beach, made us what we were…then. Though I hadn’t went down even once after I left school, the memories the place left for me was steadfast. It meant so much to me that it was often romantic just thinking about it.

If my memories serves me well, we had to move away from Sembawang to Pasir Ris due to the monsoon weather, so it should be around September till December. Also, the club was being issued some kind of warrant and it was being forced to close down (I hope I got the facts right though). And there it ended for me, my mates, and the wake boarding dudes at Sembawang Sea Sports Club, and even until now, that place is by far the best for water sports. Gosh their toilets were huge.

At the point when I was leaving Jurong, something just told me that I shouldn’t be that predictable at all. I mean, I haven’t gone back to Sembawang for years and there might still be a chance that things will still be there (wrote a bit about the trip when I was there on Frienster’s bulletin though, don’t wanna bore you guys with repetitions.).

So there I was, embarking on a trip that was well rewarded and one that I know that I’ll not regret even I didn’t find what I was looking for. Even taking bus 167 to Sembawang Park made me excited, as I did saw many familiar views along the way. The coffee shop that we had breakfast with coach and fel (forgot who was there as well…haha! Fel! I missed you!) after spending a night at the club. The big sign that pointed to Sembawang wharves, the dense forested areas and the bungalow houses indicated that I’m near to my stop. I alighted from the bus and walked down Andrews Ave. The excitement intensified and I suddenly hate the world for not giving me a digicam. But at least, my presence are more important than anything else! As I briskly walked along the winding forested roads, my footsteps on the tarmac echoed off only to be consumed by the strange crying of birds and hungry blindfolded monkeys trying to hit the piñata with a stick.

So as I mentioned in the bulletin, I eventually reached the club to find it intact and the only difference is that now it is a Chinese restaurant. Extra blessing cause if it wasn’t being used for something else, I wouldn’t be able to get in. The best part about the whole trip has to be the moment I jumped over the fence and landed on the sand. Nostalgia baby… Only pity is that like I’ve mentioned, I have no one to share it with at that time. But, I know that the chance will come. When I kissed everything goodbye, I was rather glad than sad, knowing that everything is still safely in place, giving the people that the place once affected, at least some chance to reminisce before something drastic happens.

Well, it was definitely a day well spent and I learnt a lot from this trip. Memories are simple things that can make us pleasant humans, if we were to reflect upon the simple pleasures of childhood and life. Snobbish people out there! Listen up! IF YOU NAUGHTY, ARM-PUH-NEH-NEH COME AND CATCH YOU AH!

For pot, peace and love

posted by white_castle @ 10/14/2005 01:34:00 AM 0 comments

Dwab

Howard's blunts the sharpest minds.. I'm tellin' ya, i'm becoming dumb. In a stupid kinda way. Retarded. Not crazily stupid. But as in stupid stupid. My sentences are getting shorter and spelling errors are more frequent. I mumble and fumble and end up all in a jumble.

"You fucking think i can take all this shit from you?! I can fucking send you home right know and dun have to fucking come tomorrow! You fucking do what i tell you to do.. *blah blah blah..* " - Tim Howards

For pot, peace and justice

posted by white_castle @ 10/11/2005 12:15:00 AM 0 comments

Goodness Gracious Me!

It's only been 2weeks since SIP started. Seemed like years already, I mean one work day already feels like a 12hr shift. Anybody wanna swap places? Still got report to write. School terms starts on the 7Nov and our attachment ends on the 2nd of Dec, which means that we'll have a month lesser to do our projects. Ball sinkage balls. BALLS! zzZzzZzzZzz

I need pot, peace and love

posted by white_castle @ 10/03/2005 12:41:00 AM 0 comments