Time

Time time time. It has been a while but now is about a good time to do some retrospection and do some self-feedback exercise.

PROGRAMME NAME: ReTr05P3Ct10N
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STATUS: INITIATING IN 3...2...1...0
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For a start, I hate to say this, but I might have just hit the nail into the coffin when I chose to major in Chemical Engineering. Feeling like an idiot is the least that I feel when I enter the LT. Then again though, me being me, I wonder why I am not doing well. I mean, as much as I am faring badly in my studies, I believe that those people who are supposedly in the 'higher-ups' are as ordinary as ordinary can be. It is not like they are some robots with some advanced 'brain-processor' of 'inter-cranium dual lobe' or something. So, why is it that they score better than me ?
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E.T.A: 10 mins, 55 secs
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Them being cleverer than me ? Once again, I hate to say this but I believe that possibility to be 0%. Geez, I guess I have my 'narcissistic-programme' running now.

Not to discredit any geniuses out there, but I simply don't buy that concept of some people being born better than others. Come on, everybody is born with the hardware called 'brain-ware' wired into them, albeit they are of different brands. Nonetheless though, as much as you can be born different as compared to your peers, it is what you do that will ultimately be the primary driving force that will shape your future. I don't believe in a pre-determined future as though my life involves some calculus equation that says I'll die a rich miser or a generous beggar run by programme 'X++'.
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E.T.A: 5 mins, 11 secs
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Maybe they are more hardworking than me because they have installed the latest softwares that allow them to work efficiently. Then again, bearing in mind that I believe I can do everything(pardon the 'narcissist' programme running in my 'cranium-top'), I don't see why I can't achieve what they achieved.

As such, I have to make a resolution. I had better install a software called 'Study-0,Score-5' to prove to myself that the muggers in school are wasting time glueing their eyes to their notes, to prove that I am still better than them and that time is better spent upgrading myself from 'inter-cranium dual, triple or whatever lobe for that matter' to the latest invention called ' human.'
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E.T.A: 10 secs
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RESULTS: STRESS - 0.00015%,
NARCISSISTIC - 0.00027%,
PRIDE - 0.00019%,
STUBBORN - 0.00031%,
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SCREWED - 100%

Dead blog

Boo!

Isn't it time to officially announce the demise of your blog ? =)

Hmmm, or are you going to let it collect dust ? Or perhaps, you are still going to update it ?

Hmmm...

Curious

I am curious.

Curious because I purposely left the previous post unannounced, wondering how long it will take for you to read it, if you even happen to come by at all!

Well, that was fast though, I expected something like a week or a few months or so. =)

Buy hey! This shows that someone is reading this blog!

Don't you know that this blog is supposed to collect dust?!!

Geez, you must be so free that you can come by to visit some outdated blog. Come on, go make full use of your time. Go do something. Do some sports, some shopping. The internet is just a deceptive tool that lulls you into thinking that you are making full use of your time! (I am one of its victims, but I'll sooner die than admit it)

Still reading?

Move your lazy ass, tear your glued eyes away from the screen!

=)

Happy Birthday to ....

Ismi!

Hey the spelling is still wrong! And I am not going to change it.

Lets see, it is 10 minutes before 15th of August here. On the other side of the world though, it is 12 hours and 10 minutes away. So, it got me wondering. How long can your birthday last? I am no math genius you see, so I will give my best bet at 48 hours.

For you though, it lasts for 36 hours. Well it is not as long as 48 hours but hey, it is one and a half days already. Long enough? =)

In any case, you wouldn't know that you are having a 36 hours birthday. So, enjoy your 24 hours worth of birthday celebration over there because, hey! You've just gotten older by another year!

Tsktsktsktsk. Enjoy the last few days over there because you will definitely miss it! Don't bother about rest because you can catch up on it after you are back in little boring Singapore. No matter how accustomed you have become over the past 3 months, you will still feel melancholic in the future when you recall the past in retrospect. =)

Stay childish. Stay young. Have fun.
Take care 'pretty me.'

p.s. by the way, consider this a birthday gift! ;)
(I am in rather dire financial straits!)

HI!!!!!

Ismi.....

hey look at that! i think it looks wrong!! ;).....

hi Ismi....this is the latest updated blog...=)

Gonong Arong

Wow... Yea wow... It has actually been one-and-a-half weeks since I went down to Gonong Arong. And here I am now, finally writing about my experience albeit, one-and-a-half weeks late. I've been busy. I've been busy spending money that is. Well I am sure there is nothing wrong with indulging in the art of money-splurging once in a while. Fingers-crossed, I hereby solemnly swear to God(if there is even one at all) that I shall stop my shopping spree.

Anyway, back to my trekking experience, my friend whos is in ODAC called me at night before the actual day to ask me if I was interested in going down to recce with them. Apparently one of her recce team members couldn't make it. I thought, 'sure, sounds cool!' and that is what started my short trip to Malaysia.

I will have to say that the travelling time on its own is more tiring than the actual trek. Ok, I am exaggerating, but you know, it was a 3 hour trip from the immigration centre in JB to wherever we were trekking back then. So to and fro, that was a total of 6 hours. Hell man, boredom stretches your patience and I am no patient man. To top it up, the bus ride there was in a bus with air conditioning that works like a heater. Yes, we were sweating crazy before we even started the trek.

To cut long story short though, we eventually reached the house of our tour guide, not before getting scammed by some crafty old taxi driver. Yes, to cut the long story short, I wouldn't elaborate on that sly trickster. We met the nice lady who provided us with two young escorts as our guides and we are off on our way!

First thing that I noticed as we began our ascent up the Gonong(I've no idea why they spell it gonong instead of gunung as they do in Indonesia) is the sheer steepness of the slope that we have to climb. You have got to wear something with good traction lest you want to risk hurting yourself there. What is even better though, is that there is only one single walkable route that is at times surrounded by trees and at other times by nothing save for a long jump down to the ground beneath. 'So what ?' you might think but as we reach up above some ten twenty metres, you realise that you are walking on a solitary path and there is no going back, only forward. A wrong step to your right or left will throw you off balance and if you are unfortunate enough, it will be 'sayonara my friend, I'll see you at the bottom of the hill.'

It took us about an hour to reach the peak. We had a good workout, working out quite some amount of sweat but the scenery was in all honesty, worth the trek up. Standing at the peak of Gonong Arong looking down at the beach and nearby islands, that was a breathtaking scene. All along you went up the hill surrounded by endless rows of trees and suddenly there was a clearing and you are able to have a good view around. That experience was fulfiling. it was wonderful. You will feel the satisfaction of having gone so far to immerse yourself in mother nature, to feel her arms close around you in a warm welcoming hug.

And so the time came for the trek down. The thing with everyone is this - when you have tasted sweetness, there is no way you will want to go back and invite that bitter taste to your tongue. Same thing here, the trek down was as treacherous as it was arduous, the main obstacle being the unpredictable terrain as well as the steep slope downwards. You can instantly lose your footing and fall down. Trust me, if accidents happen at all, they will happen more on the trek down rather than up the hill. A few of us fell. Nothing serious though. After another hour, we were all exhausted and the thing that kept us going was the thought of reaching the end point and finally back home. We came out by the beach and it was alright. Quite neat, quite cool.

Phew! And that is it! We finished our trek!

And once again, to cut the long story short, suffice to say that we eventually managed to reach singapore at about an hour or so before midnight, effectively missing the finale of the English Premier League.

Just a short summary of what went on in between though, another money-sucking taxi driver and an uncomfortable 3 hour ride back to customs, a bunch of kiasu people rushing to get back home pushing and squeezing each other in the customs as well as bus and of course, missing the last train home.

For all that it is worth though, I had fun back then. It was a great trek and a good recce.

White.....Black

All was White.

"Huh ?"

The man tried to make sense of it all but to no avail.

"Where am I ?"

All around was white. White is all there ever was and all there ever is. In the middle of it all is a solitary figure suspended in eternal darkness born out of the blanket of 'White'.

"What is going on ?"

He panicked.

He turned. He twisted. He ran. He ran on the spot. He flailed his arms against some unseen assailant but all around him was absolute whiteness, so pure so bright it hurt.

He felt nothing, heard nothing. He does not tire from running but he knew pain. He felt tormented engulfed in a sea of 'White'.

Then he opened his eyes. Then he awoke.

The sight before him was dull but he squinted his eyes and grimaced against its brightness. A cliff lay before him and beyond, the sea melted away into the horizon where the last glimmer of the sun's rays is beginning to fade away. He was standing in a lush meadow by the cliff, surrounded by verdant trees, beautiful flowers and blades of grass.

He saw the blades of grass rustle and the leaves sway as though pulled on by some unseen forces.

"How ?"

Somewhere a voice answered from inside his head.

"The wind."

Instinct tells him he is right but counter-intuitively, he refuses to accept the answer.

"Why ?"

He turned. He twisted. He saw. Leaves are swirling in the air. One lightly glided past his face and another flew straight into a wall that was his shirt. He looked down and saw his shirt swaying in the breeze as well yet he doubted the wind.

"Why ?"

He felt nothing. Strangely, he felt nothing.

He tried to make sense of it all but to no avail.

His attention turns to the rapidly vanishing rays of light at the horizon and he squinted, trying to gather what is going on. The allure of the last rays of the setting sun drew him on. He took a step, two and continued until the edge of the cliff. The sun is setting and all around it was getting dark, quickly.

As the very last vestiges of the sun's rays are swallowed by the impending darknes, the man closed his eyes and took a final step into the Black.

There was silence. All around was pitch black.

He felt nothing, heard nothing.

All around was black. Black is all there ever was and all there ever is. In the middle of it all is a solitary figure floating in the brilliance of the Black. He felt at peace.

"I am going to wake up."

All was Black.