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a few months ago, creative sued apple for infringing its intellectual property right by using the hierarchical interface structure and apple counter-sued creative for using an interface in the first place.

in the wake of such an issue, i have friends who began laughing and mocking creative for not knowing its limits, bringing such a huge company to court. i didn't laugh or mock creative but i have to admit, i had my doubts about creative's tactics. i didn't think they were going to come off a winner though creative is itself a huge company. so what makes this difference in perception of the two? i believe its simply because creative is a local company.

2-3 months down the road, creative has been compensated US$100 million by apple. how about that? open your minds singaporeans. i'm opening mine.


my eyes got wet when i saw this video on jx's blog (which he saw on his friend's blog) and i decided that publishing this video here is my way of saluting Mr. Hoyt. i usually use small fonts and don't usually use caps but just for this entry.

You deserve the deepest respect, Mr. Hoyt. One of the Greatest Dad in the world.



below is an excerpt off jx's friend's blog

Its about this father and son partnership. Dick (father) and Rick (son) Hoyt from america. Rick was partially strangeled by his umbilical cord when he was born so was brain-damaged and cannot control his limbs. But He can communicate by tapping a computer key with his head. After he told his father that he wanted to run in a charity run for a paralysed schoolmate, his father agreed and ran the race carrying him. Rick said that he did not feel paralysed when he was being pushed in a wheelchair by his dad... so from then on, they enter marathons and triathalons together. They cant enter as a singel runner, or as a wheelchair competitor so Dick just runs so fast pushing his son, that they qualify within the regular race qualification time for regular runners. (the young man qualifying time not the senior category!) Its amazing! and they are only 35 mins off the world record marathon time! Because of the races, Dick (the dad) even managed to survive a heart blockage simply because he was very fit.

check out Team Hoyt at wikipedia
by the way, does anyone happen to know what song is being played? i think it's great...


i heard this story during service at my cousin's church and i thought it was a really good one:

a tightrope walker was standing at the top of a very tall building. from the building, a rope was tied across to the next building across the street. a huge crowd had gathered below to watch this feat.

before he began, he shouted to the crowd below, "DO YOU BELIEVE I CAN DO IT~?" and the crowd shouted, "YES WE DO~!!!" the tightrope walker shouted again, "DO YOU BELIEVE I CAN WALK ACROSS TO THE NEXT BUILDING SAFELY~?" and the crowd responded zealously, "YES WE BELIEVE~!!!" with this, the tightrope walker began walking across. before long, he made it over to the other side of the building and the crowd cheered and applauded, "WOO HOO~ YEAH~!!! HURRAY~!!!"

at the other side of the building, the tightrope walker pushed out a wheelbarrow and shouted to the crowd again, "DO YOU BELIEVE I CAN PUSH THIS WHEELBARROW ACROSS~?" again, the crowd shouted back, "YES WE DO~!!!" the tightrope walker repeated, "DO YOU BELIEVE I CAN PUSH IT ACROSS SAFELY~?" again, the crowd responded excitedly, "YES WE BELIEVE~!!!" with this, the tightrope walker shouted, "OK! SINCE YOU BELIEVE IN ME, ONE OF YOU COME UP AND SIT IN THIS WHEELBARROW AND I'LL PUSH YOU ACROSS!" at this moment, the crowd went silent. no one stirred. no one made any noise.

many people say they believe in God but saying is easy. when you say you believe in your God, do you really?


The vespertine fog overshadowed the stretch of landscape, occasionally revealing little portions of the countryside. Across the plains, the exhaust of a flivver could be heard. Amidst the near-silence, there were faint sounds of kids gambolling and frolicking like rabbits in a bed of carrots. As the clock struck 6, the sun turns red sending glitters off the surface of a vermicular stream that stretches all the way to the horizon. From above, the view is magnificent. One would jettison all plans just to be able to enjoy the mellifluous hum heard from afar and the gentle breeze that touches one’s face like a mother would to a newborn child. This kind of refreshing feeling would wake even a man who fought decades of war without rest.

Within this unknown town stood a redbrick house where a vexillologist lives. A man of integrity and genius he is, however, holding a doctorate did not help in his social life. Having a cantankerous nature, his integrity could not salvage even a bit of his sociability. He spent most of his time doing researches and his work, not even bothering about the happenings in his surrounding.

On this fine evening, a fever ran, high above 40 degree Celsius. All he could see was a phantasmagoria of fantastic imagery. The limbs refused to take orders and there was no way he could seek help. All he could do was lie on his bed and not a soul would want to peep into this man’s window. The silence became deafening. It was 6 in the evening and all of a sudden, the sun seemed to be defying the order of nature like a rebellious child would. It seemed to be rising and began hitting within the helpless man’s body relentlessly like a vengeful spirit. From the surface, it was tremendous cold. He felt like he was frozen right below the iceberg that sank the Titanic.

Just at this moment, the door of the old English home opened and in came a lady of tall stature. “Save me! Save me!” the almost-defeated man called out. “John! What happened?” the lady asked in an unfamiliar voice, yet she knew him by name. Tons of questions flashed past this man’s mind but no longer did he have the energy to question who she was and why she would help a man who would never compromise his work for town activities and he fell into a sub-conscious state.

He could no longer lift a finger nor talk but he could feel that the lady is not as tall as she seemed. Given a minute stature, this young lady struggled to carry this man to where he could be saved. The man’s feet dragged along the floor and despite the cool and gentle breeze blowing, she began to perspire. Her muscles felt tight and strained and her cheeks turned red. Soon fatigue could be seen from the small, adorable face. A few seconds later, the man fell into unconsciousness.

Daylight broke and the man’s fever went down. He woke up and saw the very same lady who carried him the previous night. He thanked the lady and tears began flowing down the cheeks of the man’s saviour. “Why are you crying, lady?” the man asked, concerned. The lady ran out and the puzzled man didn’t give chase. He stood up from bed, went over to the window and saw the lady running across the street. Suddenly, “BAM!” a thunderous sound was heard. The lady was lying motionless on the ground. No one knows what or who had hit her. She just laid there unmoving.

Paramedics ran frantically and began inserting all kinds of equipments into her body. A few minutes later, everyone stopped moving and one of the leading medics shook his head. A cloth was then covered over her body.

It was then, this man realised how short and unpredictable life could be. He decided to take this time to put down his work after a long time and looked around his house. Everything seemed too unfamiliar. Beside his bed, lay a beautifully framed picture with him in a tuxedo. He lifted the picture up, looked into it and smiled. His arms were well-built then and it was resting on a petite waist that women craved to have. The waist-length bridal veil led his eyes to the features of its owner and it bore a shocking resemblance to his saviour. Suddenly, there was a thumping rush of blood to his head and memories came flooding back.



a few days ago while i was on the bus to school, this girl boarded the bus at some particular stop and walked past my seat to the rear of the bus. as she passed by, the whiff of perfume scent sent shivers down my spine. that was the same perfume my first girlfriend used to wear. it's the only perfume smell that can really melt me. i love the smell and my legs would crumble at it but i have yet to figure out what brand it is.

do you wear perfume?



Pizzahut Lover's Splitzza



If Chinese is indeed that cool, why use the English adjective?


i'm kinda suspecting that the earth is not revolving around the sun but moving towards the sun. the weather today is crazy. i went out in the morning waited for the bus from 730 to 800 before the freaking bus came packed to the max and i was perspiring like mad. so i went home, changed my shirt and took a cab down to school. the ride was $17.60.

the seminar-style lecture was supposed to be from 9-12. it ended by 1030 so i decided to make my way home for a shower before the 1400 lecture. after the shower, i went to the bus stop to wait for the bus again. and again, i started perspiring before the bus came. arhg!

so after my lecture i finally made my way home and showered again. it's damn cooling now la. the total cost for my transport to and fro school is over $20. that's crazy!


i was running through the files i have in my hdd, or rather sis' hdd partition that i have been using since the last previous format i did without a partition. though i did partition off my hdd in the most recent format, that's besides the case. i've gotten so far that i have no idea how to get back to what i wanted to say. anyway, i was gonna sort out the folders and realised i have 2 cover letters. "job pitching" i thought. so i opened up one of them and saw my proposal for a new book to be written. i went through the entire file and realised how much effort i had put into writing this but ended up not submitting to the publisher.

now i begin to wonder if i should continue finishing it up. if steven lim can publish a narcissistic book about himself and sell over 400-600 copies of it, why can't i? but if i were to submit the proposal to the publisher, i would have to do more work on it, albeit very simple though tedious. as the adidas ad says, "impossible is nothing"

then it brings to my mind the conversation i had with guang some time back. we were talking about this particular person with whom guang was pretty close to. so i thought there might be a good chance that things would work out. and the conversation went like this:

guang: it's impossible between us
me: u got see the adidas ad? impossible is nothing
guang: ok
guang: it's nothing between us.


what the heck... nus students' union has new offers once again. all nus students get free entry to zouk this thursday... why don't they offer free entry to cable-skiing instead. at least it's healthier right? what's more, there's school on friday!!!


it's been a long time since i last caught a worthy movie, this movie did it. no elaborate backdrop, no eye-catchy effects, no heart-thumping car chases. all that was needed was a real, touching story on one of the most amazing female figure in history, a member of anti-nazism movement, white rose, sophie scholl.

it was kinda embarassing though, when my stomach growled a number of times during the movie and vivian kept looking over and laugh. overall review, this movie is worth a mean $11. next show, s11.


i was freaking free today, so i sourced the net for some images and created this wallapaper. i love it!




i've been sleeping late for the past week that i actually woke up at 4pm on friday... freaking scary... wasted a lot of time so i decided to sleep early last night to wake up early to go "marketing" with mum. and the thing is, nobody calls or messages me when i sleep late, but whenever i sleep early, people start messaging or calling my phone and end up not being able to contact me.

i felt like staying out and talking to someone last sunday night, so i went to find hao at popular. we talked for a bit at macdonalds' after his work ended at 1030pm and he also suggested me putting up one of my drawings here because many people have told me my blog looks dull without images. so this is a much sought colour after a long dry spell of black/white texts.

ok... apparently, i can't upload so this dry spell carries on.
enjoy~


someone you like asks you if there's anyone you like... on behalf of her friend?
feel free to post comments, i'll give you my answer in say a week's time...


sometimes that's all we look for, isn't it?

i had my last dinner as an iqpc staff last night. it was pretty much fun though kell threw some things at me which includes a grape and a piece of watermelon. haha... i didn't really know what to say though when they asked for speech coz i already recorded what i wanted to say in the video and i didn't want to repeat the same thing though they said they wanted to hear it live. besides, not everyone was around.

well, for some reason, some thoughts flashed in my mind while i was on my way to jx's place for a jog today. and i realised why mum insists on buying dinner for me and always giving me money when she feels that i don't have enough to spare. whenever i reject her money coz i know she doesn't earn much for herself to use, she isn't that happy and says, "i'm your mother leh. why you don't want to take my money."

and i realised that everyone relishes in simple joys and it's these simple joys that are the sweetest and closest to the heart. mum relishes in the simple joy that she can provide for us as her children. i may not say it but mum, you're the greatest...