Terkena tag

Well, I guess I DO owe a couple of people some tag thing or another back when I was too lazy to blog so I suppose this time round I'd actually answer sp's tag thingy - as the great kuailan master says - just to amuse myself. lol.

The rules are:"Those who get tagged must post 6 weird things about themselves in their blog and state the rules clearly. At the end of the post, you must choose 6 other people to tag."

1. Hmmm I very often set out intending to do lotsa stuff but end up actually doing very little. Well, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak I suppose.

2. As a partial explanation to number 1 above, I recently discovered that I am actually highly affected by mood. Not mood in the context of the infamous ls-style mood swings, of course, but rather mood as in a creative/dreamy/lazy mood, or being in the mood for some subject or action. When I'm in the correct mood for a particular endeavour, I'll end up executing it at 300% efficiency whilst if I were unfortunate enough to be in the mood for something other than the task at hand, I'll end up extremely and excruciatingly distracted, and even the simplest tasks can end up taking millenia to complete (which is why I always try to leave alot of time for things I absolutely have to do ^^) This is also why I tend to ace subjects that I like with relative effortlessness (because the probability for me to be in the mood for efforts in that direction is that much higher if I like it ;) and do horribly for subjects that I dislike, no matter how much time I invest in it. (read Sejarah and Moral xD )

3. I lurve old stuff, and I detest brand new items. Lol ok this probably isn't a completely general rule, but the idea is that I greatly value familiarity - to the point where I would stubbornly cling to bags, clothes, handphones and most importantly SANDALS that have spent a good measure of time in my possession, adamantly refusing to have them replaced (to my poor mother's intense ire). Well say whatever you want but new items, especially items you have to wear, take a lot of getting used to. They chafe! And I personally don't see much sense in finally getting comfortable with your trusty sandals only to have them replaced with another horrible, stiff, fresh off the shelf block of wood.

4. Well you guys know this but I'm meatarian, and proud of it! You peeps can pressure me into eating as much vege as you want but get this : Vegetables are icky. They're slimy, wobbly, unoily and GREEN. You guys can have all the horrijeeble carrots, cucumbers, spinaches, cabbages (ugh!!!!) and your sanctimonious health talk, but I'm sticking to my cool, lipid-laced, oily, juicy meat. :P

5. My brain (or the part thereof that deals with memory) has a garbage collector. For those of you who don't take Java a garbage collector is basically this feature that goes around looking for isolated pieces of unreferenced memory items and then deletes/garbage collects them. This is precisely what happens in my brain. I learn up stuff that link up to my existing store of knowledge very quickly and effortlessly, and as long as concepts stay interlinked in my head, they pretty much stay for freakin ever. But when I attempt to put random things that do not readily relate to anything I know (like telephone numbers and mathematical formulae), they get garbage collected in like 2 days. Thats why I still cannot quote that damned cosine rule. T.T

6. I destroy peace and serenity, purity and sanity with my shameless voicebox and any sound emitting contraption near at hand :



:P

I'll tag :
You.
Your neighbour.
Your friend.
Your other friend.
Your yet other friend.
My sandals

Huh? What's this about not following rules? So SUE ME! :P

Ephemeral patterns, shifting colours, and Sleep

Sometimes I imagine a display of hundreds and thousands of threads. Multicolored and changing, flickering and flowing. Twisting and turning, Weaving in on each other, meeting, intertwining, parting. Threads of dreams, thoughts, fleeting emotions. Figments of subconscious imagination, leftover fragments of unfinished thoughts. The entirety of the realm of perception conceived of the sophisticated and untamable mind. And amidst this tangled network of swirling, lashing strings is a single, unspecial thread, that one we call 'reality'. Just like the rest, it cuts an erratic, ludicrous path through the landscapes of our consciousness. Just as fickle, just as fluid, just as laughably amorphous.

But there is one lethal difference. The impossibility of escape.

But it nonetheless becomes tempting, to turn the back on the unfeeling, mindless twists of that ridiculous thread. To go to sleep, wrapped in folds of dazzling impossibilities, covered in sheets woven of the fantastic.

And simply dream reality away.

Yes, I am but spouting nonsense.

Bleach - The Arrancar Arc!

Behold! I am here again to foil all your futile mugging attempts! This time with the uber addictive Bleach Arrancar Arc!

If you should find yourself stricken with a sudden insatiable and inexorable urge to get more bleach after watching this video teaser, remember that the old filler arc ENDS and the new arrancar arc BEGINS at episode 110! Free direct download available at http://bleachportal.net. Alternatively you can always simply search for them on Youtube. Enjoy!

Update!

Update! This time not in the simple sense of simply updating my blog with another senseless outgrowth of my SWI-stricken, pseudo-poetic mind but a true update in the sense of an updated account of what's been going on in my uninteresting life.

It is night now, the first real free night I've had for awhile. Just came back from a pretty relaxing session of wushu, at the end of a week in which I had regular classes, faced three tests, and simultaneously organised probably the largest dota event our puny little not-even-officially-a-cca student interest group ever tackled. Still got homework to do and wushu duty during the NUS Open House on Sunday but hey, I'm gonna relish what little breathing space I can afford.

Okay update away! Let's start from my studies. This semester has been a little downhill in terms of academic excitement - most of the modules I'm taking are rather less interesting and/or have rather more inadequate lecturer's and tutors compared to those in the last semester. And what's worse? They're on the whole alot heavier workload-wise. Thank God and His twinkling stars that I don't live in a hall. I'll take my puny speck of a dwelling space and count my blessings over the horror stories I'm hearing (and sometimes witnessing @@) of hall-imposed responsibilities.

Which reminds me! I just checked and I apparently managed to steal for myself 38 CCA points! Now THAT is a tidy sum, looks like if this keeps up I won't be having trouble with keeping my on-campus accommodation if I want to. However the asymmetry between the amount of time and sweat you invest and the amount of points you receive in reward is still as stark as ever (I got the same amount of points just attending er-hu lessons as I got for going for wushu twice a week AND performing for them on two occasions). Realities of a Singapore-bound life. As the great Mr Chan used to say : "That's life la har!"

On a sadder note, I've been facing severe problems on the dota front - my laptop has been basically screwing up every last match I had the audacity to attempt to join. With that kind of lag and dc frequency I will not only not be able to bolster my sinking skill levels, but will end up spoiling the game for my teammates as well. Enough is enough I guess. I have no choice now but to decide to quit dota until I can either obtain for myself a new machine or get this obviously aging veteran revitalised (all you old laptop whores better feel sorry! :p). No matter how you look at it this almost definitely means leaving my current team, since I will not be able to participate in practices for a long while. So I guess I'll go free lance once I am dota-reenabled, and perhaps take time to train myself back into competitive shape.

On the other hand I'm glad that I am nonetheless rooted to the general dota community in NUS, which to my pleasure appears to be growing and thriving. Even if I can no longer participate in competitive matches I am glad that I am at least able to contribute towards creating a creating a competitive atmosphere in the gaming community here. Incidentally those of you who might be interested in the replays of the NUS finals of the SingTel GXL Gaming Cup (I assure you that there are matches worth watching!) they will be up soon at http://www.nuseg.com/ so keep an eye on that webbie :) And while you're at it, POST something :))

Alrite I'm going to terminate this update now, mainly because I'm highly sleepy and thinking of more stuff to write, including a proper ending for this post, seems like a mountain of effort. So I'm just gonna leave it like this.

Oyasumi.

Naruto Shippuuden

For those miserable souls who have yet to hear the ground-breaking news, the Naruto filler arc is officially over. Herald ye the new age of Naruto Shippuuden!

INSTRUCTIONS to be followed on penalty of death

WATCH this video teaser.
CLEAN up the puddle of (your) drool on the floor.
FALL over yourself in your mad rush to find and watch the rest
OR
DEMAND here in utmost earnest that I tell you how to get the rest.

Enjoy.

Shimmering Veil

There is something profoundly magical about them. These countless dust-like tricklets, descending with detached purpose unto the waiting ground, barely visible, barely audible yet distinctly felt. There is something in the way they fall, lightly but quickly, onto the leaves, the windows and the slanting roofs, coagulate into masses of clear liquid, without shape, without form, rolling and tumbling, until they accidentally fall off unto the air once more, little perfect spheres of glass which, almost faster than the eye could see, vanish amidst the countless playful ripples dancing upon the puddles on the floor.

There is something in this quiet, lively display of lifeless substances that soothes the mind as surely as it fills the air with that fresh taste of humid chill. There is music being plaid here; soft, delicate and enchanting, audible only to the silent, undistracted listener.

How many rainy days have I left outside my window?