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the first time i encountered adam khoo was some time last year when i was visiting kinokuniya ngee ann city. i remembered how he talked of the shares. how the stock trading movement is like in any given 5-10 years and it moves in only a single direction. upwards. so, in his words, if you do keep the shares for that amount of time, you're bound to reap profits. but that was only a portion of what he shared.

when i arrived at the scene of his talk, it was already in process and at the end of it all, the only thing that came to my mind was, "crap! his way of making money is for rich people." the most memorable thing he said was, "when i was studying in university, i told myself i want to make $10000 a month and when i graduated, i made that amount of money." the next sceptical thought that came in was, "crap! where got so easy? what work did you do? why never share?"

yes. i was that sceptical because i've read a number of books on becoming a millionaire and i found a lot of them crap, that's what reared my scepticism. till i turned on the tv a while ago and saw a programme on adam khoo hosted by guo liang. i sat down to see if this neuro-linguistic programming thing i read off stuart tan's page online is being explained in this show. no, it wasn't really but i had a newfound respect for adam khoo. he shared his experiences and shared how he made $12000 in a mere 3 days. yes it's possible. frugality is important. that, i have. but i lack the drive perhaps. it's only at this time that i do realise, conversations with god, secrets, think and get rich, they all talk about the same thing. neuro-linguistic programming. believe.

it's time to start programming. java, c, c++, c#? what are those? try neuro-linguistic.


i wake up in the morning, wash my face, have my breakfast, turn on the pc and begin my mission:jobhunt. for the past 2 weeks, that has pretty much been my daily routine.

i do get one or two probable opportunities, probably only one. an interview which carol's super efficient agent, irene, sent me to. i've to thank both of them sincerely. i mailed her my resume one day, without any additional information, she sent me for an interview 2 days later. though it didn't work out, she's waiting to send me for another one. the other one was from zhiqi who told me cedele might have vacancy and asked me to try, though i've yet to try. not that the number she gave me was no longer in use helped but i was just thinking of holding on first since i'm not really keen on waitering.

so after 2 weeks, i barely got one interview and one potential waitering opportunity. at the end of the day, i flipped the morning papers again and see articles reporting employment opportunities going up, only to realise, the papers was accurate only at the time of print.


i just realised yesterday that i may very well not have the need to bid for any modules this coming semester. if all goes well in the module preference exercise, i would be getting all 5 major modules at 1 point each. that'd be a 5-point deduction and i'd have like a thousand over points to spare in the P account and another few hundred in the G account.

fate has it that i can't take the science of music so i guess that'll be it. but i was thinking of being evil and wicked and when round 3a opens for me to bid for the 6th module, i will throw all my points into some random module and then drop it just before bidding closes altogether, say round 3f or something, if there is.

then something struck me and i thought of banishing myself into the 18th level of hell by bidding for a random module and holding on to it and dropping it just before W grade kicks in. but this actually gave me a better idea that'd work for me. since i can't further malay language, i might as well bid for malay 2, attend the first week of lecture and drop it after that. at least i can learn something from there. if only i can s/u malay language, i might take it but thing is i can't and i don't want to take 6 modules.

so i shall apologise here in advance that if there are open slots for malay 2 in round 3a and that it doesn't clash with any of my other modules, i am sorry to whoever is going to lose in that bidding. then again, who knows there may be crazier people that outbid me. crap, if that happens, i'll just bid for a random module to vent my anger. MUWAHAHAHAHA...

i just hope no nus students see this and complain. c'mon, your turn will come and you will do it too. trust me, it's fun! =D


as i stepped in to cdc customer service centre and took my seat, an ongoing conversation between ah-fat and ah-beng caught my ears.

ah-fat: lend me leh. i wan watch.
ah-beng: watch what?
ah-fat: action video.
ah-beng: what action video?
ah-fat: there, action video lah.
ah-beng: what? got so many kind of action video. you want action ah?
ah-fat: got one boy one girl one.
ah-beng: every show also got one boy one girl. which one you want?
ah-fat: the one boy one girl exercising one.
ah-beng: every show also got one boy one girl exercising. what exercise you want?
ah-fat: there that one lah. boy and girl exercise together one.
ah-beng: orh... (acting as if he just found out) you want porn huh? porn is it? why you want? you want to see them fuck ah? you want to see people fuck ah?
ah-fat: good for health ma.
ah-beng: what good for health. every exercise also good for health. go do other exercise lah.
ah-fat: i want to watch leh.
ah-beng: cannot lah. you underage.
ah-fat: i want to put tattoo. you want or not? put together lah.
ah-beng: huh put what? put tattoo? your mother let you put meh?
ah-fat: ya.

then i left for my driving lesson while ah-fat was showing ah-beng some video in his mobile phone. should i mention ah-beng looked happy when i walked past him?


i have always been perturbed by the apparent inconsistency in expiry date prints. some manufacturers decided to do the dd.mm.yy format while others try to be funny and do the mm.dd.yy format. it isn't half as bad if they do state which format they are using. the problem comes in when the format is assumed to be 'mutually understood'. it's twice the disaster when some decide to shift the year right to the front in either yy.mm.dd or yy.dd.mm.

of course if i bought something today and see the print as either 24.02.07 or 02.24.07, i would logically understand it to be 24th february 2007 rather than 2nd feboctoprilember 2007, whatever that means. the even bigger problem is when the print reads 09.04.07. so the first logical conclusion is it can't be expiring in 2009. then 07 must be the year. and today being the 25th of june doesn't help because this product could very well have expired a good 2 and a half months ago or it could possibly last for another 2 months-odd.

so what's the best way to find out? call them? why the trouble? just eat it and results will show in a matter of hours.

till i get discharged, see ya!


for some reason, i can't understand why people in the entertainment industry like to hug so much. perhaps it's due to the lonely nature of their job. as stef sun has said in an interview, no matter how much you try to hide it, it will hop out every now and then and tell you, "hey! you're lonely."

and being famous doesn't help much. in fact, it makes things a lot more inconvenient. if you try to be the way you were before you get famous and not smile or wave to people on the streets, they start to spread rumours of you being snobbish. these people probably have no life. zilch. they can't bear the thought of having someone not responding to them.

so the campus superstar has been going on for a couple of weeks or so and every now and then, we see the contestants hugging one another. these people obviously do not behave like this usually but why's that so when they go on national television? is it a rule of thumb? or does it look cool to be hugging here and there?

then when contestants get eliminated from the lack of votes, everyone else cries. whether or not the eliminated contestants cry is not of importance. the important thing is, as my mum suggests, that the eliminated contestant is upset and disappointed enough to get knocked out. on top of that, they still have to console the ones who go through to the next round and their fans perhaps.

the entertainment industry sure is a mind-boggling one. or perhaps it's mankind that's unfathomable. or perhaps, under the scrutiny of the general public, the world of entertainment ultimately falls inevitably into the arena of hypocrisy where the rule of the thumb is hide your true self or sink.


can anyone tell me the difference between

1) polytechnic diploma
2) advanced diploma
3) specialist diploma
4) graduate diploma
5) post-graduate diploma


in the next round of fear factor, contestants will have to put on mascara and eye shadow on a mass rapid transit travelling at 90kmh. the contestant who comes off the train unscathed, wins.

it appears that a lot of women here would like this to be part of a fear factor singapore challenge, if it were to come. i cringe at the women i see putting mascara and i shudder when they apply the eye shadow while the train travels at speeds whose wakes causes sonic booms. this is probably what a daredevil would try doing. the risk - blinding herself. these women appear indifferent to the potential depth of penetration the "colour pencils" could achieve should there be an unexpected jerk on the already shaky train and whenever i encounter such blind-defying attempts, i pray hard they get through it safely.

please, don't let me encounter this again. i have a weak-heart.


i heard this hilarious conversation over the radio between 周崇庆 and 萧嘉惠. it goes like this.

萧：kor kor, 费玉清的哥哥是谁？
周：费翔lor.
萧：是meh? 可是我听说是张菲leh.
周：没有lah. 张菲的弟弟叫张帝.


i have difficulty understanding the mindset of compulsive gamblers. tickets for one day alone can amount to over a hundred. why don't they just give the money to me. at least i'll put it to good use. at least in my perspective.

to be honest, about the only time i get pissed off with an adult is when i see a stack of tickets from the singapore pools. please, what are your chances? you're better off playing deal or no deal. first, you only have to pay for your transport down. second, you have 1 out of 26 chances to win 260k. third, no matter what, you're bound to win something.

the next campaign should read "quit gambling". maybe they can show someone wearing tattered clothes sleeping under a bridge and she too can say "quitting is hard. not quitting is harder." deal?





i was down with high fever on monday, which i didn't know till i went to the doctor 24 hours later. all i felt was unwell. there wasn't the slightest sign of high fever. at least not to me. so the story goes, i left my brain burning at 38.4 for 24 hours before going to the doc for a jab. during those 2 days and even a day or 2 after, my head felt weird. there seemed to be a mess of things going on. i can't seem to focus anymore. my brain has been "womanized".

i don't mean my brain go womanizing or what, anyway, which guy doesn't do that? but my brain has become that of a woman. compartmentalised. if you had watched the documentary Why Men Don't Iron, you would understand what i mean. mine was comparmentalised plus damaged. i can't seem to control my thoughts. there always seem to be a phantasmagoria of images flashing through my mind like i'm warping through time zone (not the arcade, please). totally irrelevant material. i'm beginning to feel better but while i do something, my head seems to be doing a lot of other things which i don't really care what they are. i'm kinda afraid that i've burnt some part of my brain control or something.

a while ago, i went shopping - for dinner. as usual, i "window-shopped" a while before deciding on fish noodles. on the way back, i saw this below my block!

yes, that branch snapped and the over 85% of the pathway was blocked so i had to make a minor detour. how is it that when disasters strike, they all do it at the same time? when lightning kills someone, a few more follow. when major fire breaks out somewhere, a few more follow. when earthquake hits some place, a few more follows. when a tree falls, a few more follow. come to think of it, was it the fever that damaged my brain or was it this branch. hmm...

newfound respect for us law enforcers. according to mediacorptv news, paris hilton has been sent back to prison citing that the judge has never sentenced house arrest. but understandably, they will decide which prison to send her to upon evaluating her psychological conditions. this, i thought was more reasonable. it's only right that she gets her fair share of punishment. at the same time, it's also humane to evaluate her based on her health condition. but this has nothing to do with hygiene or weird-ness.

yesterday i was at kallang mrt and went to the toilet at the station. we've all seen our fair share of uncles who, upon finishing their liquid disposal, zip up their pants and head straight out of the toilet without washing their hands. yes, we frown at that. this time, i met mr. hygiene (or mr. weird, you decide). while i was washing my hands after my "business", this uncle just finished doing his. as he headed towards the wash basins, i could see from the corner of my eye that he has yet to pull up his pants. well, what's new? we've also seen people who dress themselves up properly at the basin, exposing themselves midway. but this guy was different. when i had to exit the toilet, i had to walk past him and i was curious enough to look at him from his back (not enough to get killed though, but probably coz i'm not a cat). what i saw stunned me. he was actually using the water at the basin to wash his brother. of course i didn't see his brother. and no, i didn't see his moon from the back too. his trousers from the back are up but from the action of cupping water and rubbing his front, he was obviously cleaning himself. now that's what i call hygiene, or weird.


i'm beginning to lose respect for us law enforcers. for some reason, paris hilton's 45-day jail term was reduced to 23-days. now after merely 3 days in jail, paris hilton is now back at home citing "medical condition" as a reason. so now she no longer has to serve jail term. rather, she is confined to her home and the seemingly pretentious effort to "reinstate" her 45-day jail term by confining her to her home for the next 40 days.

anyone can do this simple math. 3 days in jail + 40 days confinement makes up only 43 days. so what happens to the 2 days? according to Today, just because she stayed for a few hours behind bars on 3rd june, she has been credited with 2 days. wtf! i have nothing against paris hilton but it seems that the rich can just get away with everything. i reiterate, it seems.

let's face it. the hilton home is a paradise. she can probably take a walk around her garden and 1 day is gone. i have an idea! let's send all the prisoners back home and confine them to their house. i'm sure they wouldn't mind.

to protect myself, i must state that this may possibly be a misrepresentation of facts as it is based on surface report in the papers. but if it really is the case, it's such a disappointment that we are under-privileged.


while the 5 Cs are becoming a passe, the entertainment industry seems to be hogged on 2 Cs - cars and celebrities.

who can forget when nicholas tse crashed his ferrari, asked his chauffeur to take the rap and ended up in jail himself? then christopher lee drove under the influence of alcohol, failed to render assistance to the injured and got his share of jail term. following that paris hilton drove under suspended license and similarly got thrown into prison. 23 or 45 days we shall not argue. now shino lin did a christopher lee, drove under the influence of alcohol, and on top of that, killed the nurse as a result. tony leung kar fai was also an offender of drink driving and assault after a collision with a bus driver. so what's with celebrities and cars? or is there no correlation at all, everyone is just looking for a jail term or something. so when they get released, they can release a new work entitled Reborn.

with her offence, shino lin now faces up to a year in jail for drink driving and another 2 years for manslaughter. christopher lee should thank god his victim didn't pass.


i did wrong. curse me.


making someone you love feel terrible or losing someone you love for good?

this question came up while 2x tears was on air. this guy made a lovely girl cry, twice. hence the title. the first was when they got together. the girl was so touched, she teared. the 2nd time was when the guy said some disappointing and heartbreaking things. the girl felt so terrible, she teared.

the episode's not over but this sucker could lose the girl for good. it isn't really good. it really isn't good. the guy was an angel, supposedly. now he's turned into a devil. someone who seemed like a giant is now no more than a midget, a hobbit, whichever is smaller.

也许我是将风溶解在血中的男子 也许我是天生习惯自私
你用温柔和真挚 面对我在爱里放肆的样子
也许我是将风溶解在血中的男子 也许我是天生崇拜追逐
当你将疑虑装得若无其事
请原谅我 像风一样的男子

i had typed an entire chunk of story i read from an email circulated a long time ago but upon finishing it, i seem to have gotten it wrongly so i decided to remove it. haiz... lousy memory. well, at least a shorter post would have you remember to answer the question right at the top of this post. you forgot, didn't you?


a few weeks ago after class, i went to the toilet at nus forum. the toilet was empty, so i headed straight for the last cubicle and gave birth to some chocolate babies. after some time, i began to hear some knocking sound from the next cubicle. it sounded like someone trying to get the toilet paper out and kept hitting the wall dividing my cubicle and his.

i thought, "since when did someone come in? how come i didn't hear the door or footsteps or someone closing the cubicle door next to me?"

so i thought maybe i wasn't paying attention. and i just finished my labour and stood up hoping nothing floats up and stares at me all of a sudden. but i could see the top of the door in the next cubicle still open and i still hear the same knocking sound.

then i thought, "o, this guy's not shitting. he probably just came in to grab some toilet papers."

and so the good-member-of-the-public in me flushed the toilet, opened my door and stepped out. as i went past the cubicle next to me, i looked in and there wasn't anyone. and the toilet was empty and dead quiet. i wasn't expecting it to be crowded anyway since it's the holidays but it was empty and moments earlier before i stepped out, i still heard the sound. i got worried. so i headed for the basin, washed my hands and left the toilet hoping nothing comes from behind or out the door to push me back in. so i got out safe and sound and i thought nothing of it.

a week later, i was walking with serene after class and i needed the toilet.

so i said, "i think i'll go to the forum toilet."

and to my surprise, she actually said, "the toilet very scary. i think it's haunted." or something to that extent.

i was shocked and asked her why she said that. and she related an incident during their orientation.

they were supposed to get a pail of water from the toilet so they headed to the forum toilet. the ladies of course. then 2 guys came and offered to get the water from the gents since the pail would get quite heavy for the girls. then the guys went in and heard someone singing in the 2nd last cubicle. it was late at night. no one else was there. initially, they each thought it's coz they were too tired that's why they are hearing things. so they went out and one of them said he heard someone singing in the toilet. the other was like, "you heard it too? i thought i'm the only one who heard it."

being curious, they went back in. as they opened the toilet, they heard the tap water running and when they stepped in, the water stopped. and some weird noises were heard in that cubicle.

this incident was told to me even before i told serene what i encountered. so i decided to use another toilet instead. creepy? i think it is. but as much as i'm concerned, i think the ladies are fine. i had thought the forum toilet was great since not many people use it and there's a full-sized mirror at the entrance which no other toilets have. come to think of it, is there a reason why the mirror's there?