Arrrgh, where has my youth gone to? FXXK FUXK FXCK.

*ahem*

The dream that was Youth
has slipped by me,
but the memories will
remain
forever in my mind.

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ST reporter detained by Chinese Authorities.

Usually such a topic would lead to a serious discussion of human rights and the whole "China is evil" debate.

But I'll leave that to people who do that and get paid humsumly. Only 1 thing I want to seriously mention is why in hell is this guy going over to China to secretly attain a sensitive document that has serious implications on our not so concrete relationship with the Big Red Dragon.

Bored. onto the crux of this post.
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Back in August or September, whilst working for HSBC, I had a new analyst join the business management team and I was to train him before I left for ANU. Anyway Parvinder was his name and a Sikh like our brother from another island Sandy. So I like recall him saying 'OH the Sikh community in Singapore is very small and very close.' and stuff like having uncles not even 2 or 3 degrees from his parents.

On a fateful night, I msn-ed him asking 'Do you know a Parvinder from Singapore?' and he goes like 'WTFB%&&%*%' for a bit and then retorts 'Do you know a Chin Chong from China?!'. I was taken quite aback at the time, but it gradually became one of those jokes that became permanently etched in my head. He never fails to mention it time to time esp when my 'Sikh-bashing' skills have exceeded his turban's tolerance, oops there I go again.

Well Mr Deep, lemme present to you Ching Cheong from China!

"Security agents apprehended Ching Cheong, chief China correspondent for Singapore's Straits Times newspaper, on April 22 in the southern city of Guangzhou, " .... "Ching, 55, a Hong Kong citizen and a permanent legal resident of Singapore, is widely considered one of the most knowledgeable correspondents covering China"

He's a HK man, so technically from China even 10-20 years ago.

Here's da article

MeMeMeMEMeMEeee

Looks like I broke my phase of 'hardwork' and decided to post something! But No, I am typing this in -1 degree weather outside the damn refractory that hasn't opened for business yet. And before that I spent a good 10 hours in the computer labs working through the night to conquer Java.

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So anyway There Seems to Be a Viral Meme just lurking in small corners of the blogo now, which I think the great Singapore "I also Want" or "Si bei Gey Yan leh" mentality will no doubt boost it to Tomorrow levels and perhaps Boing-yond?

The Thing: Guest blogging on customizable DIY sites (eg. Wordpress etc) and maybe for hosted blogs which allow anonymous blogging. I've seen 3-4 in the making so far. Interesting because a good many faceless surfers would like to be part of the blogs they stalk all too frequently. Of course the quality wouldn't be controllable and potentially embarrassing. Do wonder if this fad will have CNA or ST rushing down to report about the blogging "renaissance" AGAIN. Like c'mon, fxxking world-class journalists didn't pick this up like 3 years ago?


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My Hands are numb; near frostbitten from the 'Frost and then Sunny' weather. And my jaw has stopped shivering from the lack of heat in my own body. Thanks for listening.
Out.

PS: Forgot to mention that 'Personalized Google' is gonna rock so hard. When will the day come when you can browse through "GoogleWeb" and forgot about waiting for the next buggy Firefox or IE7? I'd love that concept. Using some generic browser and the wonderful java/design of google. If handled properly, it can be secure, fast, cheap (or even Free) and providing what people Need. All good signs pointing to the true age of 'Software as a Service'.

Ok I'm posting stuff unrelated to the spirt of ninlaobei. I'll promise to stop soon.

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Look's like I'm two weeks late to pick up this trend of anonyblogging. Oh Well. I declare myself Swa Ku.

Cold Canberra Autumn Days

Feeling: Really No Life sial.
Listening: SP - Machina Machines of God, and a lot of Ministry of Sound

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Well first I'll like to congratulate brandon for completing the final hurdles and deadlines for his course.

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It's 230AM (+9GMT w/ savings), 4 degrees outside now and about 2 weeks from winter. I'm not looking forward to weeks of temperatures not going beyond 10 degrees C, dropping to minus 10 when the sun goes down and still not seeing snow flakes plastered all over my hall's estate.

2 more weeks and it'll be the end of my first semester in the ANU. I'm up to my neck with polishing up work and notes etc. Procrastination has some part to play of course.

My exams are in about 4 weeks. I think I'll be on schedule to at least maintain the standards I've achieved so far in each subject, bar another horrendous result from 2 assignments due in a week.

I'm not looking forward to spending my winter break in Canberra and will most probably head to Melbourne with Bran's cousin for a few days, and try to get away from at least a week of deep winter weather.

Because I anticipate burying myself in numerous computer lab revisions, making some sense of hand-written notes and digitizing them, those said actions repeated until the 25th of June, this will probably be my last pre-break entry.

Hope you guys will have a ball of a time with your summer breaks and university completion. Do try to update if you can.

Well that's it. All my work is done!

We love to hate it.

I met a girl here in Boston who studies in the famous Wellsley College, which is touted to be the "all-women's Harvard" and is infamous for breeding man-eating women. She comes from a wealthy family, and she studies and studies and studies. Starbucks doubleshots, RedBull (carb-free naturally), Monster Power, Adrenaline and SoBe energy drinks are neatly stacked in her fridge. In no manner of exaggeration, she would read a chapter once through, the second time to highlight and the third time to summarize on a notebook. She does not follow the schools timetable, she studies ahead of everyone, eventually summarizing the entire textbooks of various subjects. To aid her, are the energy drinks that ensure that shes wake at 4am, she sleeps with a schedule i suspect, squeezing in 2-3 hr catnaps. Shes a pretty girl, but the grueling schedule and poor diet is evident when you look at her.

I have guy friends who study in the elite Babson College of Business that simply buy their rhetoric papers, then again they buy everything that can be bought. Working hard and a job well done is simply having a passing grade. For them, further education is a rite of passage, a phase of life, the expected 4 year vacation. Heres a joke, Babson students wear a T-shirt that say "Babson students' average GPA is 2.5, (and at the back) but our average annual income is 2.5 million". Sure!!! Hell i could have an annual income of 2.5million upon graduating because my parents spoil the hell out of me (this is not true for ALL Babson students, to be fair).

My point is Cher (maybe not exactly the point, but its interesting haha). People have different reasons and combination of reasons for being in school. For some its choosing a concentration to appease their parents wishes, others really love what they are studying, and for the majority of us further education is our future! Your experience in college will be better satisfied maybe if you agree that the college experience is what you make of it. If the work is not challenging, perhaps you might want to consider transferring out to a harder course or another Uni? Believe it or not, the ball is in your court.

Revenge of the New Phantom Clone Siths

Ok nothing to do with star wars. Another work-induced bitchrabble.
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Have gotten down to almost zero work today, will have to put in 3-4 solid hours of solid input into my 2 assignments so optimal time can be spared for a mid-term examinations in exactly a week.

4 days of holidays to go and I'm back to the sickening grind, what is there to do to not make me want to leave this forsaken location. I can only think of the support from my family, friends and my own lofty ambitions.

The facades I put up are tiring me out, the lack of life in the very foundations of this territory stifles my ash-lined lungs. The sky may be as blue as the Sunshine State, but it just feels so ... different. (stop rambling)

The work is beneath me, only teamwork with overzealous fools makes me sick. The faculty is fine, not impressive but well regarded internationally. Just the way I like the ride to be, quiet; unassuming but ending with a bang.

I think I'm one of those that consider the journey/experience insignificant, and desired results/endings to be all there is to live for. All my life was getting from A to B, then marking a new B to arrive at and so on. But I'm never satisfied with the results, let alone the work to acheive it. When can I get my Satisfaction?