Friday, September-30-2005, 9:58 AM
Finally, Kevin thinks my design is kicking off. My fault actually, coz it was something I did in week 1 and I changed it so much in the past 7 weeks. Now I'm back where I started so hopefully I can start on my presentation soon.
I've defeated the Midgar Zolom. He's really a pain in the @$$. I remember Mike had to train until he was lvl 30 to beat the serpent last time. I killed it when I was only lvl 18. What's more, I got the Beta enemy skill so early on too :)
Gonna go on a retreat for a few days. Sien.
Wednesday, September-28-2005, 1:11 AM
Have I become Julie's secretary or something? Why is everyone asking me where she is or why she isn't online? Not that I know (actually I do know, but I just pretend that I don't). Am I supposed to feel all informative? In a way, I guess I feel honoured, coz she told me and not everyone else. Hehe.
If the DOH is dumb, then Deuce Bigalow is even dumber. The plot is practically non-existent. But the funny thing is how he brought 2 women with defects on their faces to plastic surgery and both came out with breast implants. It really is that important, huh?
I've reached Kalm already. I think I missed the part where Cloud reads Tifa's letter. But I've got the Hardedge and Carbon Bangles so early in the game too.
Tuesday, September-27-2005, 1:18 AM
Watching Advent Children makes me wanna play FF7 again. And I did. Found the patch that fixes the crash that happens when you play the Chocobo race on WinXP. Come to think of it, I never really finished FF7. I have never defeated Sephiroth, never killed either of the Emerald and Ruby Weapons. This time I'm determined to do it. He he. There are lots of other games that I've not completed, like Kingdom Hearts, FF5, FFX, FFX-2. I tried searching for the FF5 rom but all the sites are either not working or down. SNES games are becoming extinct.
Thoroughly enjoyed the ball last night. Weird ball food (we had asian), OK ball idol, OK venue, great company, great date. So all in all, great ball :) But for $30 and fund-raising level performances, it's a church-base function which I think we should so do it again next year. I've always wanted to go to one since the last one I attended at Trinity. The organisers of my faculty ball couldn't come up with something that appealed to me. They're all Aussies, so what can you expect? Like during my first year, they had it at the Melbourne Aquarium. I mean, duh...I don't want to be swimming with the fishes in my suit. Never knew enough ppl from the Commerce faculty to go to their balls. However, I don't really mind going to the one last night. At least I know a reasonable amount of ppl to enjoy this one. Heck, one's enough actually. He he. There's all the hype and the excitement leading up to it, and now, it's all over. Julie looked so pretty last night she made me dizzy.
Kevin is an @$$hole. Got me to go back (waaaaay back) my design, which is so a waste of the past 4 weeks of my work. Just 4 more weeks to go. I want to finalise my desgin so I can start on my presentation. I still have to base my CT assignment on my design which is due next Wednesday. So just make up your mind already!!!
Sunday, September-25-2005, 7:13 PM
What do you get when you put Jessie (Lee) and Hui Min together? A bunch of idiots. If you add Joel into the mix, it's a BIG bunch of idiots. The church paper clearly stated that today's church lunch is prepared by Tabernacle. But on the whiteboard outside the kitchen, they wrote "prepared by Tabbies (which is so not a cool name) and Jessie". Since when is there a cell group named Jessie? And is that what it's all about? Self proclamation? In addition, chicken curry with bread. Man, are we in the 3rd world country or something? Why bread? Even ppl in Africa eat rice. No one with a sane taste bud eats curry with bread (there are, obviously, but they would be the same ppl you classify with the lot above). William Lok eventually asked them to cook rice, which I think they reluctantly agreed coz they're so fat they can't even move their @$$3$ to do so. And why deprive a hungry brother of food? The portion of rice they served was pathetic. When I ask for more rice in China Express or Oriental Chef, they always obliged. Afterall, the customer is always right. And just because Hui Min don't eat as much as I do doesn't mean I have to restrict my diet. "Albert, please don't." She lamented. C'mon, I'm paying for the food. I didn't even take the bread. I think it's reasonable enough to trade the rice with the bread, since men do not live by bread alone, but by rice and chicken curry and a whole lot of rice. The service is bad, the food is OK, the waitresses are rude, the 2who served me are ugly.....and I have to pay a freaking 4 of my Australian bucks for all that rubbish (except for the food).
Was at the Manifest briefly but it's rather quiet today. There's a whole load of weirdos struggling with their identities - Japanese who can't behave like one and Aussies trying to be Japs who can't behave like one. In then end, just a bunch of weirdos.
The ball is tomorrow, and I haven't really found the shirt that I wanted to match my tie. I was at Politix asking for a silver shirt to match my silver tie and the lady told me that I don't match a silver shirt with a silver tie. But they don't even have a silver shirt to begin with so how can she tell me not to match a silver shirt with a silver tie if I can't see what it looks like to wear a silver shirt to match my silver tie? BTW, I'm the one dressing up, and I wanna match a silver shirt with my silver tie so don't tell me why I want a silver shirt to match my silver tie coz I want to match a silver shirt with my silver tie.
Saturday, September-24-2005, 00:13 AM
The Royal Melbourne Show is the enemy of my fast depleting bank account balance. There's nothing royal about it. Queen Lizzy is not there, neither is Charlie or Harry or Willy. Australians seem to be intrigued by how their dinner looked like. And the llama's shit looked like pinecones. That's the only thing that really caught my attention really. So shit don't really look like ice-cream cone toppings. How many times do they have to lie to us like that.
Japanese are so cool. According to my sister, the Manifest is a festival where there's this room with a whole bunch of Aussies trying to dress up like Japs. It's this carnival where all anime fans come together to sell their merchandise and exhibit their lack of humility in cosplay competitions. Lots of Narutos, I heard. You think they might all be the same person doing a Kage Bushino Jutsu to increase their chances of winning. If you ask me, if they all look the same, I'll be freaked out so see so many of myself in the same room. And of all characters, why Lulu (she's a character from FFX)?
Friday, September-23-2005, 11:15 PM
Football is about passion, history, culture. It's about tactics, skill and teamwork. It's a team game. That's why you have 11 men on a team. When you only have 1 ball among 22 on the field, you need to pass it. You can't play football if you don't pass. Even the great Brazilians pass the ball despite their skills. In fact, players like Ronaldinho and Kaka are known for their passing skills. Killer passes from players like Henry and Zidane unlock defences. If all you can do is to hold up the ball and trying to knock every other player down with your brawn because they're all Asians with smaller physique, if all you want is a solo game, then try knitting. The 4th place team in the last World Cup is an Asian team. You know you can't beat a whole lot of Asians, coz you're not good enough. In fact, you suck. So why not give knitting a try?
If there's something I have to admire about the Japanese, it's their ability to entertain. Not only did they come up with high school girls in sailor suits, they also came up with Skylines and Evolutions and mountain racing. They have Initial D and Full Metal Panic. Now they have Final Fantasy Advent Children. Is there anything that the Americans can even do? Frankly speaking, FF: Spirits Within is just a load of rubbish. When Sephiroth looked serious, he has that coolness to it. When High Grant looked serious, it's as if he had accidentally excited the audience. The soundtracks are all from the game, which bring back the atmosphere. Watching AC made me wanna play the game agian.
Nothing can alter the reality. But I will do all I can, I will play my part, to help make this world a better place for Julie to live in.
Thursday, September-22-2005, 11:26 PM
I don't know whether to laugh or to cry. Four Weddings and a Funeral - It's hard to find something good to say about a movie so full of weddings you find yourself looking forward to a funeral. Here's the bottom line: It stars Hugh Grant, for whom the word "fop" was invented. It's a story about how love conquers all, though it doesn't seem to do much help to the guy in the funeral. No one can play an idiot like Hugh Grant. He was born for that role. In real life, someone would have shot Hugh Grant by the third wedding, which I guess would have made the funeral come earlier in the film.
It's a little boy's dream, to see so many Gundam models in front of him. It's so hard to have get so many Gundams together. And I'm in the same room with them. And I can actually touch all of them without having to worry about any purchases. Buying toys would never be the same again though. I always feel the urge to have to ask Julie for her permission. And naturally, girls don't get why men need so many toys in the first place. Soccer boots are stuff with play (soccer) with, and they're considered as toys too. And she would always reason "Why do you need more? You haven't worn 2 of them." And my reply was, "Because I want to have 3 pairs." I find that very ridiculous. First at how I bothered to ask her and how she can get away with me not buying it.
A friend recently sent me a song. You're Beautiful by James Blunt and told me it's a good song to dedicate to Juls. I dun like it. And I think there're the words, "If you were mine..." or something like that. And according to Jul, who apparently have to whole album said that James broke up with this girl and saw her with another man. At least that was what I was made to believe. Now why on earth would I wanna dedicate a song like that to Julie? I don't wanna name names, but Vic, you're an idiot!
Wednesday, September-21-2005, 7:34 PM
I guess it's a double post today coz there are 2 posts in one day cos I posted 2 times. Anyway, though some may be involved with a man, they still resent men. And as I see it, yes, there are still a lot of rotten men out there (according to some ppl). It's not doing much good to my species, and I don't like the fact that my girlfriend don't like my kind of people. To change for her, here are some tips to men if they were to get girls to like them.
1. Resistence To Change
After a man gets married, he hopes that his wife will never change. After a woman gets married, she hopes that her husband will change. And more often than not, it's into another woman. Some guys can't be bothered to change, coz it's easier that the girl change instead. But a guys role is to satisfy the woman and her needs. I have always hated MU, but love changes things. I still don't like them, but I learn to restrain myself from emitting negative opinions about them whenever Julie's around. Yea, just be sensitive, I guess.
2. Listen More, Talk Less
Most girls enjoy talking. That's all they do. When they are done with their girlfriends, they talk to their guy friends. Most guys don't seem to understand women's need to express themselves. Whenever they're stressed, they don't need someone to solve their problems. They just need someone to listen to a problem that they already know the solution to. And when you do listen, you don't just pretend. My sister is constantly reminding me to occasionally dig my finger into my ear, root around and then look at what I've extracted. I'm mean, come on, do you really suppose that I would pull something out of my ear and not want to see what it is? Anyway, women uses indirect speech a whole lot and expect us to be mind readers. It's hard, but practice makes perfect. Afterall, they can't blame us if we get our predictions wrong. We tried....
3. A Man is a Man, A Pig is a Pig
"Men are pigs." That's what we hear women say all the time. To say that men are pigs is an insult. To the pigs. Oh, and I also suppose it's better that they should become bacon? Women just don't know what they're saying, but then again, they just want someone to listen so just nod accordingly.
4. Manners Matter
Manners are kind of like name tags. They're useful when you first meet someone. You don't need them once you know each other better. First you call them by their last name. Then, they insist you call them their first name. Before you know it, you'll be using any swear word in every language as his nick name. That's how it is. Women can't seem to understand that. I met a guy once, who's so soft spoken and reserved, polite in manner and speech - in other words, he's nearly dysfunctional. He may be a favourite among the ladies, but I never wanna talk to him again. It's hard for us men to make that choice. Either we're a man's man, or we're gay. But we can learn to behave in a way entirely different to our essential selves. It gets you along with women, but come on, would that really make you happy? As the old saying goes, "When you want a man, you want a man. When you want a pig, you want a pig"* Just because they are relatively interchangable doesn't alter the truth.
*OK, this isn't technically an old saying cause I just made it up. But how do you think we get old sayings in the first place? Someone makes them up, that's how.
That's about all that I can think of at the moment. Am I worried that providing these instructions will make them think that I'm on the women's side and will try to kill me? Of course not. Men don't read instructions.
Just a passing thought. I remember asking my cell 6 weeks ago what they would want to invent. And I mentioned that I would like to invent matchsticks. Now, I'm aware that they're better fire-sparking devices out there like the bombs, but say I were to market it. What do you think my promotional show would be like?
Host: Tell us about your product. What does it do?
Me: It makes fire.
Host: But there are lots of other stuff out there that makes fire, like the lighter. What's so special about your product?
Me: The primary duty of this product is to make fire.
Host: How is it selling?
Me: Every box comes with 100 sticks at a price of $299.
Host: $299! What about waranty for something so expensive?
Me: If you get one that's defective, then I have to say it's your bad luck. But don't worry, you can get a second one for exactly $299!
Wednesday, September-21-2005, 10:12 AM
"You didn't sleep did you?" The voice uttered from the phone. The man jolted out from his half sleep, gaping."So how's your day?" The man mumbled. Which is why she may think that he's not a conversationalist. It's not that I can't be spontaneous, I just dun know what you want me to say. I guess I just blew my cover. But it's true. It's like a woman asking "Am I fat?". Even the most obstule man knows this is the sort of question he should never answer. OK, maybe my situation about sleep sounds a bit perculiar, but you just don't want to ask a man about his deprivation of slumber when he's had a bad day, especially when he deprived himself of that luxury for that day.
As Wen Min said in class, "It sucks". It has got to be the worse day in a design student's semester when he shows up one day, will all the work asked for, feeling that he's gone a long way and what a magnificient breakthrough he's made in his design only for the tutor to not being able to spot the advancement in his work and forcing (yes, forcing) him to go back a few steps. Mike then told me, "Just give him what he wants. That's what he wants to see. It's not like you don't know what being a design student is all about anyway." Then I had a brilliant inspiration. My ideas is this: I'll just give him what he wants. That's what he wants to see. It's not like I don't know what being a design student is all about anyway.
And btw, The Dukes is a stupid show. Jessica Simpson has no role in the movie. And it's those kind of roleless women parts she plays in the movie that makes the society think what they think. That men are only attracted to women who have a nice body, big boobs and no brains (You can't deny that, but not all men are like that). According to Julie, she does, but I just can't see it. Sometimes, it just makes me wonder if I'm accepted for who I am, or am I just seen as another one of those men who drop down to their knees everytime they see anything past the midrift area bared to them :S
Well, it's just not my kind of movie though. Yeah, it's kinda brainless, but I wanna see women with will and determination who kills (literally, like with guns and swords, preferbably the latter. But she'll also then come with a high dose of testosterone) to make a living. I never liked Angelina Jolie before, but I really liked her in Mr & Ms Smith. Maybe even more since she was being a professional but still being able to get in touch with her emotions. I like Kate Beckinsale in Van Helsing and Underworld. And the upcoming Aeonflux looks pretty appealing too. It's only movies like Dukes that makes women think that way towards men. Most of them, not all are like that. Which is a shame.
Monday, September-19-2005, 1:49 AM
Once a man gets attached, he usually regards the mirror as the most useless appliance in the house. And I am aware of the fact that the mirror is not actually an "appliance". A appliance is something that a man will break while attempting to fix. A mirror has no electric cord, which means men don't (a) try to repair it, or (b) consider it a good birthday present. Anyway, when I was single I have to admit I check my reflection at least occasionally, understanding that my chances of meeting women were drastically reduced if my hair is not in place, or I have pieces of food on my face. Now that I'm attached (btw, have I told you guys that I have a girlfriend?), I realise that I don't need the mirror for anything anymore. I dun usually check my hair when I go out nowadays. Most of the time, I just assumed that it's combed. Julie doesn't mind, why would anyone else?
I wonder what it would be like for married men like Wen2 and Colin. Vivian and Winny must have asked them countless times how they look, and I can just imagine them saying "fine". And they're probably gonna sigh and go find a mirror as if the men had let them down somehow. Frankly speaking, I think it's rather adorable that men can access a woman's appearance without having to glance at their direction. But then, they say married men can check their reflection by looking at their wives. I wonder if that's true.
I just got my LCD monitor back from Port Melbourne. I have to say, the drive through fast food restaurants are kinda fun. You drive your way around a maze only to find a whole lot of entrances, or a was it because we went in circles a whole lot. Then we finally got to the speaker (sometimes there's a person) with a sign that says "wait to be served". Being Asians, we dun really like waiting, and I just wanted to figure out if that gadget possess any form of intelligence, and I just yelled "TALK!" It replied "wait a moment please". It did.
"10 piece cajun McNuggets please".
"Drive through".
Are you serious? It's actually giving me an instruction!!
I was kinda tempted to ask if it could make me a bicycle though. You just never know. If I can get one of those speakers and have it placed in my sister's room. "Make me lunch." "Come right out." And I collect my meal from the kitchen counter. How cool is that?
Saturday, September-17-2005, 11:59 AM
For reasons which are not yet financially clear, I have come to Melbourne, Australia. My stated purpose is to "break in" to show business and thus far that's precisely how I've been treated, like an intruder who has gained unlawful entry into private property and who, under state law, may now be legally shot (or was that law in California?).
Maybe the closest thing I've come to fulfilling my dream is through the ISM Creative Studio, who shoots for ads on a constant basis, but the only contribution I've made thus far has been to say, "I thought we were going to have lunch at this meeting."
I blame my lack of involvement on the fact that I don't have an assistant. In Melb, everyone has an assistant, which is the person who asks me "do you want anything to drink?" every time I enter a room. That's how I know I'm talking to an assistant, they are all concerned I might be thirsty. After fetching water (with a slice of lime) for a couple of years, the "assistants" become "executives," and then someone brings them water.
I recently watched a tennis match between two executives, each of whom brought along an assistant. When one executive received a cell-phone call, he handed his racquet to his assistant, who stepped in for him. Then the other executive got a call, and the two assistants wound up playing each other. Maybe I need an assistant during my soccer games too.
In Melb, cell phones are considered more important than oxygen. After being here for a week, I tried to think of a professional humor joke:
Q: How can you tell if someone in Melbourne is on a cell phone?
A: His car is moving.
No one has laughed at this, which suggests to me it won't be picked up for the fall season. And if Juls were to read this, she probably won't get it and say that it doesn't make sense. I don't get it either, so why would she?
Suddenly, I feel the urge to be grateful for the people around me. I wanna thank Al Gore for inventing the Internet which provided me a place to publish myself before I get published. And thanks to Jane from my cell for getting an article published earlier than me. Thanks to Julie for having an article published before me too. Thanks to everyone out there who has had a published book that make me feel like an unpublished writer. Thanks to Michael Lailah for being a cool friend and leader in ISM CS and a last name that made me wonder if I'm speaking in Chinese. Thanks to Joel Lee for being everything that Mike isn't - he's gay. Thanks to Alex Lim for being a lost friend. I will hunt you down one day. Thanks to Benny Lim for being there when my car broke down. Thanks to my sister for all the help, like being forced to wash my dishes and doing my laundry (sometimes). Thanks to Clement Chieng for believing in me, for training me and for being disappointed that I disappointed him. Thanks to Edward Yee for making my high school life more enjoyable by not being there. Thanks to Aik Ming for backstabbing me by stabbing me in the back. Thanks to Kee Ing for being such an a**hole. Rennie too. And Raymond for having such a gay look. And Nicholas who actually looked gay. And Yi Xian, who kinds of enjoy being gay even when he's not. Thanks to Wen Wen for being such a wonderful role mode.
Finally, just wanna thank Julie for being my best friend and my girlfriend. Your presence means the world to me. And to those who feels that their names deserve to be here but isn't, it's just that I didn't think you'll want me to call your names in public. You're probably forgotten or not important, but thank you for everything: I'm very grateful.
Friday, September-9-2005, 12:10 PM
Just came back from Port Melbourne. The power button on my LCD monitor suddenly decided to malfunction. So for the moment, I have to make do with this colossus of a CRT which as taken up so much space, my keyboard is already overhanging off the edge of the table. It's been a while since I've seen something like this, and my shoulders are aching coz there's nothing to support my hands when I'm typing. Oh well, as someone said, I have to be grateful with a monitor cos people in Africa don't even have computers.
Group G of the Champs League looks so tough. Liverpool, Chelsea, Real Betis and Anderlecht. Tough luck for Liverpool fans. I know one is reeling at the sight of the draw already. He he. Speaking of reds, people are seeing red from all the e-mails that some over-enthusiastic individuals have been flooding the mailing lists with. All I did was join in the fun....
It's been a month :)
Sunday, September-4-2005, 10:16 PM
I feel so disappointed at myself. The one in a lifetime time that I felt that Julie needed me, I couldn't be there for her. I'm upset at myself for my inability to feel comfortable with a lot of other people. She got baptised today and all I could do was just sit on the sidelines and watch others congratulating her and taking photos. Worse yet, I didn't even hand her the card myself. I know she feels disappointed too. I still fell kinda bad about it. I want to be a better person!!!
She didn't stumble at all during her testimony, which I think many expected her to. I know she was really nervous yesterday when she was sharing. But yea, it's over, she pulled through it well, and I'm really proud of you, say!
Unexpectedly, I got H1 for my first DV assignment. Which is really unexpected coz I only did it in like 3 hours and I was 2 days late to submit it. I had thought it was due on Wed, but it turned out to be on Mon instead. Anyhow, to make matters worse, they change the subject code and I couldn't submit it via webraft. I e-mailed the lecturer and he excused me from any penalty. Which is good. So oh well.
Played soccer last week. Didn't score any goals coz YX stole all the chances I created for him. But I think we worked well too, coz he couldn't get his lay-offs right. Some were good though (maybe it was just luck. But really, you should pass to me boy) but I couldn't finish it. Surprisingly, I didn't lose too much of my touch. Still kinda sharp. Which is good.
Finally talking to Mike again. Sometimes, you just have to lay down your pride and ego and just apologise. He's always been a brother. And it felt hard to just let things go. I think I have taken the whole friendship thing to a different level. A few years ago, I was made to believe that such a thing doesn't exist... ... ... Anyway, don't feel like talking about it.
Getting back into the GB craze again. They changed the interface. No good no good. I was ignored the other day coz of another online game. No...I won't let this happen to me!!!
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