Woah, at 11 am this morning, my 3rd academic semester has officially ended!

Looking back, this semester (probably like every other) went by right b4 my eyes. The memories of stuff which happened during March, April are still so vivid. Was it one semester ago when I was at a chalet, waiting for my results in the middle of the night? cliched it may be, it seems like... yesterday.

Well certainly, loads of stuff happened this semester. Academically, CCA-wise, friends-wise, family-wise, hell even Gaming wise (for those of you who know which game i'm refering to). So many things whirled past me, so much so that I failed to fully cherish some of them, before its too late. Oh well, no regrets.

During the past few days, when I was supposed to be mugging, I started thinking about how my next semester should be. How I should balance out my time so that I can maximise its usage. I know most of you know it, and some never stop reminding me, I'm 25 this year. Must plan for stuff already.

Enough of all that melancholic stuff, I should be indulging myself in joyous stuff eh? In about 30 mins time, I'd be making my way down to celebrate BA_COMMunication's belated 1st anniversary! We'd be dining at Mohd Sultan, at dunno which restaurant/cafe which YC chose.
Well for those of you who are still wondering about my constant reference to that name (not all my readers are from NP u see), BA_COMM is an interest group which many of us set up jointly sometime last year. In short, we "act, sing, talk". Pretty much what you'd expect from marv and co. eh?

And did I mention I managed to salvage my Pentium II Acer? hahahaha. Yeah, you guys must be wondering why i bother eh? Well, for nostalgic reasons. -winks- Besides, 3 of my all-time favorite MS-DOS games are still residing inside, and I have no apparent way to extract them, so yeah, its a relief i can still get to play them.

Want to end with a simple "thank you" to god (whichever one), for all the opportunities i've been showered with. I'd continue to cherish all I have.

All you people out there, keep smiling. =_)

Happy Birthday, BA_COMMunications.
To All.

Wanted to share a story which I heard on TV. Everyone of us have different people we value and cherish in our lives, so this is dedicated to "the special someone out there".

Long ago, there lived an angel. Well, like the way most angels should possess a super-ordinate objective, this one strives to bring happiness to those around her. To her, thats more than sufficient to keep her going. Hence, she went around "giving".

So as the story went, many people benefitted from this angel. At the same time, there also lived an acclaimed poet, who had everything he could possibly ask for. Yet, dissatisfied he was, so he sought the help of the angel. Befuddled, the angel could not figure out what gift to bestow upon him. After much deliberation, she finally decided upon the most appropriate gift.

Was it a more sexy wife? Or was it more money for him?

Instead of "giving" anything to the poet, the angel took away everything this poet had ever possessed. Within days, the poet was reduced to nothingness. Devastated, he realised how much he actually lost.

One month after the ordeal, the angel reappeared, and returned everything she had taken away to the poet. The poet beamed with gratitude, and told the angel that he finally understood how important it is to be contented. Somehow someway, by taking away what the poet had, the angel had given him the most ideal gift - satisfaction.

I'm sure most of us recognise how rhetorical this story is eh? Many of us lament and whine (or thru other forms of complaining), that we have nothing. Well, think again.

Imagine now, that you are stripped of all your worldly possessions. Everything. That includes your laptop, mp3 player, game console, tv, bed, even house. Clothes, accessories, and most certainly money. Not a single shred of materialism is to remain.
Then next, remove all traces of kinship, friendship, relationships from yourself. No parents, no family, no friends, no bf/gf, no teachers...etc.

Just like the poet.

Yup, the title says it all. Was playing my guitar for the last 2 hrs, hah.

really quite interesting. learning how to read chords and tabs. Many thanks to melv for helping me with understanding how to read.

Currently learning how to play: Behind Blue Eyes.

lotsa pain involved, but somehow feel its worth it, hah.

i guess it happens to any other forms of learning; always more tough initially. Guess it'll get easier as time goes by.
Got to know that another of my friend likes the movie "Closer" too. Iconic to him too, just like the way it is to me.

Currently listening to: Blower's Daughter.

8 months have passed since last december, this year had indeed differed from the previous. How would things be now, had nothing changed? Would I still be enjoying life the way I am now?

Are things turning for the better? Hope everythings different this time!

何小聪 was 6 months old.

Mummy and Daddy loved him to bits, just like any loving parents.

Poor 小聪 was often admitted into hospital; Mummy always scolded the maid for negligence.

Daddy was always overseas, but rushes back whenever 小聪 is ill. Nothing assures Mummy more, than seeing Daddy beside her.

One day Mummy rushed 小聪 to hospital, frantic that he's been sleeping for so long.

Doctor told Mummy that 小聪 is unconscious, not asleep.

Mummy kept uttering, "Where's Daddy!?"

Doctors failed to revive 小聪 ; the blood vessels in his brain had exploded due to severe trauma resulting from severe shaking.

Mummy kept uttering, "Where's Daddy!?"

Daddy finally arrived, only to witness the passing of his son.

"What happened?", Daddy asked.

"I don't know! 小聪 was crying, so I told him not to. But he wouldnt listen! He just wouldnt listen! I shook and shook him, asking him not to cry, but he wouldnt listen! So I shook harder... and harder..."

"If only you came back earlier! Then 小聪 wouldn't have slept so long.", Mummy cried.

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Busy Daddy.

Insecure Mummy.

Dead 小聪 .

Don't allow this tragedy to happen to us. Please.

In this entry, I reminisce like
how the conventional do so casually.

25 summers,
0 milestone.
well at least,
romantically so.

truth be told,
the audacity to experiment subsists no more.
yet the chill of solitude never fails
to encourage.

those enriched by such sensations,
always claim indifference.
while the sea of lone individuals lament
the stark vacancy.

Staring at the spine of a coin
upright
One gains no further insight.
Yet with a mere deviation
opportunities abound.

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Maybe if it is my birthday, I'd contemplate a new venture, hoping for a change of luck, as so many tend to attribute their success and failure solely to. Maybe.