tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74884512012-02-16T20:28:43.676+08:00Musesin thought. perhaps not deep, but definitely above ankle-level.Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.comBlogger2181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-75498694444350848452007-08-17T16:34:00.000+08:002007-08-17T16:55:20.812+08:00well well...the first week of school has ended, and it's something like a huge sneak preview of what's to come.. with all the introductions to courses and tours of the campus and the tiddly little things that are associated with starting a term of education in any institute..and it's all yea exciting!if only people shared my enthusiasm haha..well honestly i'm quite baffled how some people can be Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-65439454296910100002007-08-12T23:23:00.000+08:002007-08-12T23:39:18.312+08:00oh my goodness gracious me school starts tomorrow!on the way back home today i had a minor emo moment when the reality that i was really going to study music sank in. all the time when i received the news that i was granted an audition, and when i was auditioning for the place in LaSalle it didn't feel real..and when i received the letter of offer, elated as i was it still didn't feel real, and Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-12715025678748994882007-08-06T12:32:00.000+08:002007-08-06T12:54:03.830+08:00in every complete sentence, there will be a subject and a verb.when writing in passive voice, the verb is acted upon by the subject, and when writing in active voice, the subjects acts out the verb.i am have discussed the use of passive and active voice in writing.the use of active and passive voice in writing was discussed by me.or, as i found was elegantly taught in the university of north Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-14310899923874301602007-08-05T23:31:00.000+08:002007-08-06T12:31:38.972+08:00well well who would have guessed it.. i'm back here clicking away on my (very silent) Mac keys so soon.. the day today was spent with the folks, went out for a very heavy brunch (like i can still feel it now) and the day ended with a not-so-heavy dinner.. but that's not what i'm here for today. today we'll talk about something a little less frivolous. i recently visited a friend who's very ill. Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-35369777711372972092007-08-02T15:48:00.000+08:002007-08-02T15:51:26.405+08:00Global IssueNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-71492257161488124242007-07-30T13:34:00.001+08:002007-07-30T14:23:36.214+08:00hello one and all!it's been donkeynoodle timewarp light years since i last posted!and now i'm back..finally..but i really don't know if it'll last. in recent days i find that, less and less, the urge to write volumes of verbose ramblings surfaces, and ergo, this place has seen no new inspiration since then.. and well maybe things will change when i move to a new environment, and take on a new Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-84202761599088688972007-06-13T13:30:00.000+08:002007-06-13T13:31:37.029+08:00 Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-65279945391708688112007-06-05T00:04:00.000+08:002007-06-05T00:09:14.470+08:00hello world!i'm blogging this with my latest toy............i bought a MacBook!one might be wise to expect more postings from me.. seeing as i can now bring my laptop around with me and blog from any wireless location..but one might be wiser to not expect any postings at all seeing as i'll be tinkering with my latest toy the whole day long..and thanks to my IT consultant who navigated with me Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1161746004076987322007-05-12T12:23:00.000+08:002007-05-12T12:19:21.043+08:00The Two Sister-MoonsA very, very, long time ago, the Mistress Earth lived in endless space, surrounded by nothing but black emptiness and distant shimmering stars. The Mistress Earth was not as we know her today, for she was but a young woman with no cares to her years, and she lived with her two daughter-moons. These two daughter-moons, together, always shone in her skies, and thus there was Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-62304511023756883892007-05-12T12:20:00.000+08:002007-05-12T12:26:20.078+08:00depressing story aside, life has been truly a bed of roses these weeks...haha...the story (see below) rose out of simply being inspired by the creaitve genius of Neil Gaiman and thus trying to very secondary-schoolboy-ishly emulate his writing in a work of unbased, contrived myth.I say this so none of my very concerned (as they would be after reading the story) friends out there think i'm going Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-86948388635820815922007-04-18T12:03:00.000+08:002007-04-18T12:15:32.719+08:00well just last night i've released my place at NUS so that some other person can have a go at it..i just hope that it'll be as huge a gift to whoever gets it as the place i have now is to me..hahaha..ah life seems to be going extremely well now.. and i'm really happy for everything that's going right..i'm headed exactly where i want go, i've got a good job that's neither boring nor a waste of my Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-75724171570635534162007-04-02T23:44:00.000+08:002007-04-02T23:53:23.726+08:00well well well...after 21 years of experience and life, i suppose this is so far the happiest dilemma i've ever had to face...should i do my BA (Hons) Music in performance, or composition???yay!Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-30188286838104126352007-03-25T01:50:00.000+08:002007-03-26T23:00:07.985+08:00well hello it's been a rather long time now hasn't it.the verbal drought here so far has been brought on, not only by work, but also because in recent weeks that have just passed i've found little reason to write. some things i don't see the need to tell everyone yet, and others are just, well, plain mundane.well that's just another way of saying my life is boring...so some time after coming backNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-4499320024423835802007-02-18T01:26:00.000+08:002007-02-18T01:36:27.802+08:00hello one and all this is the long overdue post.which I'm afraid is a rather emo one..but maybe the length of the post makes up for the length of time i've been absent from these pages...oopsie haha..and this is rather odd but i've just finished reading the completed post posted on my blog and i'm rather happy with it!Work has become now a regular part of life, waking me at the proper times, and Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1117750638586884382007-01-29T23:06:00.000+08:002007-01-30T00:20:45.997+08:00yar i know it's terribly cheatergong for me to go and see one quiz on someone else's blog and then rip that quiz and at the same time post up a dozen other quizzes..but blogthings.com is so terribly addictive...Your Personality IsIdealist (NF)You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.You are the most compassionate of all types and Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-3106569146436938762007-01-27T02:13:00.000+08:002007-01-27T02:33:21.193+08:00CarsStiller night alonewhen the roar of cars waves crash crashinginto my room.Cars, I wonder. Where, why,thousand stories, one for each car.I see a story for everyone,solitude becomes lonelinessand I want to know my where, why,know my own story.Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-56590491626019308732007-01-14T23:32:00.000+08:002007-01-14T23:53:24.192+08:00hello again...work has settled into an easy rhythm; waking up at the necessary time (sometimes of course lazing a little longer in bed), having breakfast with Oprah, the commute to town, and then getting ready to meet and greet all the wonderful (and not to miss out weird) people that we call shoppers.it is, really, quite fun...i guess i'm really blessed that the people that i work with every dayNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-24426184129554492032007-01-07T22:13:00.000+08:002007-01-07T22:43:44.578+08:00so the new year has started..quite quietly for me, i must say.. i hardly saw it coming...but then and again i'm never much of a new year kinda person...work has taken up most of my time.. and in between work, practice, writing, arranging, and in general preparing for what i hope will be a very musical future.. i like the way i have something to do everyday, and that makes time pass so much fasterNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-29030624161605861032006-12-29T23:12:00.000+08:002006-12-29T23:13:42.164+08:00 aaawwwwwww.............Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-7711710210557664792006-12-26T00:18:00.000+08:002006-12-26T00:40:50.070+08:00hello all...i've been quite busy lately at my new job which is basically selling jewellery at Tangs...so i'm a retail executive for the Charles Winston line of designer jewellery at level 2 of Tangs..so cool right.suddenly i'm all high up and hoity-toity.but seriously, i do like the job a lot... i like the chance to talk to so many different people.. i like the fact that i'm faced with pretty Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-6830725419294690912006-12-17T21:39:00.000+08:002008-12-11T14:18:34.765+08:00well as promised... more on the trip...so in addition to prague we also went to two other towns in Czech Republic: Kutna Hora and Cesky Krumlov.Kutna Hora was in history the centre of economy, owing to the fact that it was the site of the largest and richest silver mines.But before we get to that there's this building in Prague that's particularly interesting.This used to be the headquarters of Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-39978827943271217642006-12-11T19:46:00.000+08:002008-12-11T14:18:37.479+08:00ah it's good to be back...but then and again i must say that i've been to so many extremely beautiful places..i wanna go again!haha...Christmas market at the Old Town Square in Prague.And that's me!Just round the corner from the square.Wenceslas Square, one of the major shopping districts in Prague. Not really much of a square, really, more like a boulevard. Christmas markets open here too, alongNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-60650101657311390442006-11-27T21:12:00.000+08:002006-11-27T21:18:05.922+08:00hello everybody..i'll be away in Prague from 29th November to 9th December..more when i get back!Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-60737929921779439792006-11-20T21:18:00.000+08:002006-11-26T22:35:03.295+08:00the bus ride back home from choir rehearsal today was reflective and in some ways, very sad...and this explains why.'... I washed my hands at the ornamental spring, but even rubbing at the marks with soap wouldn't get them off. They were stuck fast on the skin. It was most odd. I showed them to Uncle Shigematsu, who said, "It could be oil from an oil bomb, after all. I wonder if it was an oil Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-84673389427035790642006-11-19T23:25:00.000+08:002006-11-20T00:44:22.585+08:00well, so here i am.this new week marks the beginning of the end of this period of life that has went on for two years. strangely enough, with all the performances and rehearsals and preparation going on in my life right now, the end of such a momentuous era in my life seemed to be sorely lacking something, specifically, recognition.ergo.not too many days ago, in anticipation of this time coming, Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1161874192740338972006-10-26T22:08:00.000+08:002006-11-04T00:12:21.528+08:00i so want to write mounds and mounds of words like i used to but nothing comes to mind...so i shall just mindlessly ramble on until i come to something...swimming somewhere around my consciousness right now are three unfinished pieces of prose... as much as it puts me to shame to say that one of them i'll probably never get round to finishing, i will have to tell the truth and say...well, i Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1160902278327274892006-10-15T16:22:00.000+08:002006-11-04T00:12:21.381+08:00so life has been terribly busy these days, because amidst preparations for myriad events and performances i also have to make even more important preparations for the future...but first the performances (which i would be ecstatic should i see some familiar faces):Saturday, 25th November, 8pmRaffles Hotel Jubilee HallKim Seng Wind Symphony in Concerttickets available at $10 each18th Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1160117704899365252006-10-06T14:40:00.000+08:002006-11-04T00:12:21.304+08:00shamelessly ripped from leonard, who ripped it from zat...you can rip it too!at http://colorquiz.com/Your Existing SituationActs calmly, with the minimum of upset, in order to handle existing relationships. Likes to feel relaxed and at ease with his associates and those close to him.Your Stress SourcesFeels that life has far more to offer and that there are still important things to be achieved -Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1157870809966005682006-09-10T14:43:00.000+08:002006-11-04T00:12:21.229+08:00My horoscope according to flooble.com"Pisces cannot live without lies and treachery. They often get so wrapped up in their own tall tales that they can easily forget which of their stories are true and which are not.A Pisces constantly contradicts himself, and is always trying to wriggle out of a lie somebody has called him on. He will generally not profit from such fruitless tasks, but that's Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1156521220872376112006-08-25T23:25:00.000+08:002006-11-04T00:12:21.156+08:00sweet cosmic perfection."Your hobby becomes so absorbing that you look for even more ways to make it a part of your regular, workday life. The stars are behind your efforts. This could become another career for you."thank you leonard for rekindling that spark in me by trying so hard for what you want, and zat for showing me how simple the solution to my problem really is.it's at times like this Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1155301315896168242006-08-11T20:57:00.000+08:002006-11-04T00:12:21.078+08:00I was in my study looking as my butler cleared away my personal effects when the detective walked into the room through the open door, and stood facing my butler’s back as he cleared my table. Receiving no response, Detective Miller cleared his throat, and looked straight at Baddleton with a rather stern expression as the butler turned around.“Good Lord! There’s been another murder!”The detectiveNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1154698344700275702006-08-04T20:46:00.000+08:002006-11-04T00:12:20.996+08:00hello there...well well...Brunei was fun... that's about all i can say so far...as performers for the Sultan's birthday celebrations, we were treated like VIP wherever we went...that means police escort everywhere we go...including to the shopping malls...so there's this one day where we have a roadshow.. like a parade round the streets in a place called Kuala Belait...the bus ride there's more Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1154236727059391012006-07-30T13:12:00.000+08:002006-11-04T00:12:20.923+08:00hello all!!am now sitting in the lobby of the Orchid Garden Hotel where free wireless access has allowed me to blog such...so...yar that's about it lar...more updates to come when i reach back home..and to anonymous...thank you very much for your kind support but i haven't found the time nor condition to continue the adventures of the late Lord Graine so well...heh i'm sorry you'll have to wait aNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1153406753653263752006-07-20T22:38:00.000+08:002006-11-04T00:12:20.852+08:00i will be away till the 3rd of August...so i was planning on going to the airport tomorrow by myself... despite my mother's quite intense protests over the last weeks that i needed fetching at that early hour...which i should add is not really that early...i have to reach the airport at 7...and before leaving home last Sunday for camp the debate was still not yet ended... and all that she was Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1152554380399236712006-07-11T01:54:00.000+08:002006-11-04T00:12:20.779+08:00it's two in the morning... and i kinda think it's a horrendously ungodly hour to be up blogging...but the thought just popped into my head as i was bathing an hour ago and it's been swimming around ever since...so here it is... after so long...the question resurfaces...when i was posted to my current occupation as a musician i was quite overjoyed because i thought it was a chance that had taken Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1151223472569361582006-06-25T16:14:00.000+08:002006-11-04T00:12:20.695+08:00Gregory looked around the room with an appraising look at each one of the room’s occupants. Elaine Russell, a tall, dark-haired woman, sat with rather dark rings around her eyes, and cupped in her hands a cup of tea. A man stood in a corner of the room, with an expression of irritation as if he would rather have been elsewhere, and frequently checked his watch. Gregory guessed he was Edward Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1151164368475997292006-06-24T23:48:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:24.329+08:00After Molly left the library, with far less grace than she normally possessed, I followed suit, and decided to haunt the hallowed halls of my manor. Detecting was a rather faint prospect in my mind, and I was more preoccupied with exploring my home in that new state of being. There was a dull crash at the end of the darkened hallway, and a streak of pity immediately ran through me, for Molly was Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1150804011190220332006-06-20T19:19:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:24.242+08:00Gregory James Miller was jolted out of his sleep by a ringing telephone that lay by his bed, but to him, the sudden displacement might just have been brought about by a curtain-shaking scream as much as the jarring buzz of the telephone at his side.He picked up the phone with a mumble of acknowledgement that, at that hour, was the most he could muster.“Well err… Good evening, Detective. We have aNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1150789555984243642006-06-20T15:27:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:24.167+08:00ello...i went for surgery yesterday to remove long-ago-mentioned lump in lip...now i have 2 stitches on my lip that the doctor promises will dissolve in a few days... no matter actually... preliminary tongue explorations indicate that sutures have texture similar to uncooked spaghetti and thus will become part of my lunch if in a few days the sutures still haven't dissolved...mwahahahaha....and Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1150626267969276072006-06-18T18:18:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:24.094+08:00I wish, right now, that I could at least say “’twas a dark and stormy night,” but when one is dead, and sitting around on a rather ethereal rump waiting for that vague promise of salvation to fulfil itself (and of course half-dreading that equally promised damnation), keeping up images and telling lies seem far less important. So I shall be truthful, and say that the night I was murdered was, Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1149333475310267202006-06-03T18:40:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:24.016+08:00BirdsI wrote some words but the sheet was consumedby the wind, a paper bird caught in a gale.But I have the words, the thousand nestlingsthat now silently gape, bereft of their mother.Those are words that bear meaning too heavyfor their stroked bodies. So now they will buckle and die,hungry and gaping, but their spirits will remain,resting in my memories, and haunting my words.These ghosts trail Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1148750030189318732006-05-28T01:12:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:23.944+08:00this is for those people out there who are totally kookoo about Sandman.http://www.stahl.bau.tu-bs.de/~hildeb/sandman/annotations/ Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1148648589354133052006-05-26T20:31:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:23.871+08:00hello everybody...i am here to exclaim that life has a really kooky sense of humour.like big time.so today about an hour or so before we knock off my boss announces that he's headed eastward..and that for me reads homeward bound..so happily i get a free lift back home...so you see after we do knock off i rush down to the bunk so as not to keep boss waiting... i grab all my stuff and stuff it intoNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1148053345517457232006-05-19T23:18:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:23.801+08:00the bored boy to blogthings went lest his brain went bananas from the day's banality but unbeknownst to him blogthings could be actually very badly addictive...You Are RainYou can be warm and sexy. Or cold and unwelcoming.Either way, you slowly bring out the beauty around you.You are best known for: your touchYour dominant state: changingWhat Type of Weather Are You?You Should Be a MusicianYou Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1146968316173981252006-05-07T10:17:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:23.715+08:00ok this is embarrassing...but who is Anonymous who i'm supposed to be meeting up with on the 15th..?Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1145714631517805052006-04-22T21:12:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:23.641+08:00ok i know i just blogged today but take it as a makeup for not blogging for so long...i just watched Stepford Wives (and i think i can hear leonard tsking in the background at me for having taken so long to finally watch it.) and after it finished i just had to come here and rant...ok not that it's a bad show, it's brilliant really...but.here comes the long ranting post that i think some will Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1145697253176024892006-04-22T16:54:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:23.566+08:00this is so saddening...i've just discovered that a writer i always thought was pretty good has started to recycle her work...when i first read Mistress of Spices some years ago i thought it was very well done...and now i read another book of hers and quite disappointingly... it seems like i'm reading the same book with different names and places but with the same themes...like Mistress of Spices Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1143825036953805622006-04-01T00:20:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:23.489+08:00i'm kinda tired...like too tired to blog right now so i decided i shall just take my favourite bits from the books strewn around my room and just post it up here for everybody to ooh and ahh over...and of course this will not be like those bits of poetry that i sometimes use as a closing for some posts... "Just so. For as everyone knows, when it is noon in the United States the sun is settingNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1143224535792313792006-03-25T02:18:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:23.415+08:00In Moments of AbstractionIn moments of abstractionthe peal of my laughdulls and sullens.Like a bell dipped in waterI become still, but the resonanceof my laugh carries on all around me.I pick up and carry on,falling into the rhythm likea pendulum swingingand as time passes the pealsounds again,but the heart remembers.Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1142696688469593682006-03-18T23:12:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:23.342+08:00hello there everybody...i have a terribly hurting throat..and two ulcers under my tongue nestled side by side...it hurts to talk and it hurts to sing and it hurts to eat...but enough about me...let's talk about a certain friend of mine...so a friend of mine says that everyday at work he makes it a point to check out all his friends' blogs to see what's going on in their lives...everyday... every Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1142155917416939982006-03-12T17:06:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:23.268+08:00well i hit the big two-oh tomorrow...it's very tempting right now, sitting at my table, to pour out another one of my philosophical, existential ramblings...but i think not...somehow when i was a kid and i couldn't wait to grow up this day didn't seem to be like this...and i do think and wonder sometimes what's changed...but i can't seem to put my finger to it...it's not like i don't want to growNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1141489323406618572006-03-05T00:08:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:23.196+08:00oh dear...it seems Knanaki thinks that me...of all people...she thinks that i, of sound mind and body, have gone kookoo and wrote the entire last post to create some fictional universe around some fictional character: Commander Keen.firstly, Commander Keen is not fictional.secondly, i am not kookoo.Commander Keen is real. He's a real boy who went from garage genius to saviour of earth by Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1141040939496135322006-02-27T19:14:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:23.112+08:00"No one can see beyond a choice that they don't understand."- The Oracle.and i was watching The Matrix...so you see... i still can't seem to move on for so long now because there are so many things i don't understand...and for all the perseverance, all the determination, and most importantly all that self-knowledge i think i possess there are things that i know i won't come to understand...that Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1140971178877892832006-02-27T00:13:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:23.036+08:00Episode 1 - Marooned on MarsBilly Blaze, eight year-old genius, working diligently in his backyard clubhouse has created an interstellar starship from old soup cans, rubber cement and plastic tubing. While his folks are out on the town and the babysitter has fallen asleep, Billy travels into his backyard workshop, dons his brother's football helmet, and transforms into...Commander Keen - DefenderNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1140877645269325632006-02-25T22:22:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:22.963+08:00the previous post was written and was supposed to be up last week.due to the sheer obstinacy of blogger.com and my hectic schedule it has seen the light of cyberspace only now...so stop bugging me to post, enjoy those precious few words and i'll get something up soon...i think...Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1140346403570845062006-02-19T18:45:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:22.891+08:00i have just woken up...and it's seven pm now.it's mildly irritating to take a nap and wake up at 7 cos then it seems that the whole day has been wasted in slumber...and i don't even feel rested...but ah well...i don't have much to say regarding the past few days except that my body is putting up spectacular resistance to me putting it through the rigour of physical excercise on a regular basis...Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1138553918932516822006-01-30T00:41:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:22.821+08:00For youListen, just once more, to me,before you leave, unheeding.After this, locked and hidden,I will put it all away,to hope, to wait, to wither.It's like clouds before sunset,tinged crimson like a lover's blush.Like stars at midnight, till morning burning;deathless, only hiding.It's the sail of a small bird on a well-caught gust,slow, against the streak of a meteor.It's a meteor that comes Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1137833816934035042006-01-21T12:27:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:22.751+08:00hmm...hello everybody...there's nothing much to say now... i've been walking around and sitting around watching tv in this stupor since i woke up and i haven't really snapped out of it yet...so maybe this mindless rambling outpouring of words will wake me up somewhat so i can get on to afore-promised this-is-what-i-did-this-week post...oh yes... this is what i did last week...or rather... what i Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1137775441430833822006-01-21T00:36:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:22.683+08:00i'm very tired now but i actually intended to do one of those boring this-is-what-i-did-this-week posts...so instead i'm going to rant about the two ulcers on the left side of my lips...one above and one below...i sometimes think brushing my teeth is a chore... but now i know it can be an agony too...haha...ok i'm done ranting...this post is here more to force me to blog the actual Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1136950400059272892006-01-11T11:06:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:22.605+08:00hello...been shopping for new year clothes... bought jeans and corduroy trousers and red striped polo from topman...and a bright pink shirt from m-industries...new pair of shoes from clark...and a new sweater...that according to my friends makes me look like a sick old man...i like shopping...hee hee...very extremely late thank-yous for my chrismas present of Sandman issues 1,2,3,5 from Serena, Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1135879327184450642005-12-30T01:54:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:22.466+08:00i have to thank leonard for everything. and kenneth for staying up. and knanaki for that stunning display of her magic with words. and zat. and weiman.i'm just speechless now.but thank you so much.i don't know where i'd be without you guys.thanks.Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1135186558718181262005-12-22T01:33:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:22.398+08:00i have this to say...blogthings.com is a serious threat to my blog's reputation of verbosity and serious writing...kudos!Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1135186401598940232005-12-22T01:24:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:22.330+08:00You Are 50% Boyish and 50% GirlishYou are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.How Boyish or Girlish Are You?two lines here do not go well with me...you are an Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1135087515459488182005-12-20T21:56:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:22.246+08:00ah hello everybody...my stuff is all coming apart it seems...first it was the flute... then now my phone is at the repairman's...and now even my chair...i was fiddling around with my flute when i was rudely shocked when my chair upset itself with me sitting in it...you see i have one of those office things with wheels at the bottom and somewhere around a few days ago one of those wheels decided Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1134913311537631492005-12-18T21:01:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:22.177+08:00i was intending to cuddle down to the sofa and watch tv when i turned it on and saw our local Channel 8 actors clipping bicycles and all other sorts of random bulky stuff to themselves and trying to lift them like weights and i got turned off immediately...i wrote that all in one long sentence to get it out of my mind as fast as humanly possible...i mean seriously... can't those people like go Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1134396624354182842005-12-12T21:45:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:22.106+08:00ooh... quizzes...i'm so shallow right now...You Were a SpiderYou tend to be the master weaver of fate - both for yourself and those you know.A creative force, you tend to work from divine inspiration.What Animal Were You In a Past Life?Your Kissing Purity Score: 69% PureFor you, kissing isn't a casual thingLip to lip action makes your heart singKissing Purity TestYour Hawaiian Name is:Mamo Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1132838332586884942005-11-24T21:20:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:22.035+08:00well well it's been a while since i really wrote anything that's really important here...and this means that this is another post that people don't really read but skim through cos of my loquacity...but then and again i suppose this is for myself to read...and it's been a rather long year now and it's drawing to an end...well there was the A's last year... but that all seems rather far away now..Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1132749036471915652005-11-23T20:32:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:21.950+08:0010 years ago I was: thinking i was an overachiever and aiming to get into the Special stream. what a joke.5 years ago I was: crushed that i couldn't do Lit cos they decided it wouldn't be practical to start a class for two students. 1 year ago I was: done with my A's and totally exhausted. soon going into Tekong and totally crushed.5 snacks I enjoy:1) chocolate.2) chips.3) fried stuff.4) sweet Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1132300901112996862005-11-18T16:02:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:21.880+08:00Cheap Rhyme for a Dead Bird. (whose funeral was a rather undignified affair.)T'was an October evening when first we laid eyes on it,Dead, first and foremost, and also small, black and winged;In a rather ugly pose it lay, a dead bird in a heap,We gawked, we gaped, and then together, we all screamed.We screamed, 'Bloody murder!' and we screamed when it flinchedIt looked so ready to squawk all wide Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1132279393871804912005-11-18T09:54:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:21.811+08:00i'm on a spree... You scored as Jean Grey. Jean Grey is likely the most powerful X-Man. She loves Cyclops very much but she has a soft spot for Wolverine. She's psychic so she can sense how others are feeling and tries to help them. She also has to control her amazing powers or the malevolent Phoenix entity could take control of her and wreak havok. Powers: Telekinesis and telepathyMost Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1131807272135954632005-11-12T22:52:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:21.736+08:00ooh i know i just posted but this came up and so...Goofy Which DISNEY character are you most like?brought to you by QuizillaNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1131722625668317712005-11-12T22:39:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:21.667+08:00hello there everybody...it's been ages now hasn't it...i've been busy catching up on my non-existent childhood as my teen years now see the beginning of the end...i have been rather occupied by firstly, Shadowcaster, which was a rather cutting edge game for its time when i was still not yet a teen...goodness that sounds so long ago...and secondly... Adagio...which is Italian for slowly...but is Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1130000143407732252005-10-23T00:39:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:21.590+08:00a very exhaustive (in content and to read) analysis of my birthday and name...interesting...i am now convinced that i am not alone in my verbosity...credits go to PaulSadowski.Com for the name and birthday analyses...Your date of conception was on or about 19 June 1985.You were born on a Wednesday under the astrological sign Pisces.Your Life path number is 3.The number 3 Life Path is one that Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1128790967572404412005-10-09T01:04:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:21.454+08:00hello dahlings...i've been beseiged by comments these days that i don't write anything that makes any sense at all...there's a lot i have to say... about that...and in general i'm just a talkative person...but lets just address the abovementioned "about that"...i talk to myself regularly... and when i do so the dialogue is often volatile and meandering in its myriad topics... this, however, is byNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1128327979075379532005-10-03T21:46:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:21.384+08:00I walked the village at four o'clockIt was raining then, I remember. No, wait,the rain had just exhausted itself, spent and lame. Butthe sun-baked ground still wanted itsdeception of softness, and called back the sulphurous spiritsof just-dead rain, clouding, mulling, till the ground wasa lake, shimmery, misty. Those silent twirls screamed at theirsteaming resurrection.And just beside this open Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1127571213478565552005-09-24T22:15:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:21.303+08:00User advisory. The following material is highly unstable, the product of a mind of questionable sanity. Proceed with caution and the author takes this chance to indemnify and absolve himself of any guilt that may arise out of harm, mental, bodily or in any other form, that may befall the reader in the process of, and as a result of the perusal of this document.(cheesy opening music)ello everybodyNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1127489094377650482005-09-23T23:27:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:21.233+08:00hello...top of the news today...Heart of GlassWhat is Your Heart REALLY Made of?brought to you by Quizillaooh...i have a heart of glass...and at risk of sounding terribly cheesy...once broken considered sold...aww...fawn fawn fawn...over me me me...goodness... i can be such a bimbo at times...i should really stop now shouldn't i...?well nighty then...Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1126969540759245822005-09-17T23:07:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:21.161+08:00courtesy of leonard's blog, which was ripped from corrie's blog (which was ripped from dawn's)Seven things that scare me:1) being loveless (which, as i must point out, is far different from being sad and single.) ie. not loving anyone and not being loved by anyone.2) slugs3) stepping on snails (i think snails are cute. just not getting crunched anywhere near my foot.)4) that the entire universe Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1126956986560161062005-09-17T18:57:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:21.089+08:00ello all...quick note #1: i have turned on word verification for comments my blog... this is after i've received comments telling me how interesting my "articles" are and how i should pop by to such-and-such a website to check out their latest discounted products...which are anyways of a rather unrespectable nature...so from now on when you want to comment... please humour the computer when it Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1126108549912812862005-09-08T16:32:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:21.018+08:00ello!whee i finally have material to blog about..."I close my eyes and see a flock of birds. The vision lasts for a second or maybe less; I do not know how many birds I saw. Was its number definite or indefinite? This problem involves the existence of God. If God exists, the number is definite, because God knows how many birds I saw. If God does not exist, the number is indefinite, because no oneNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1123945305455167822005-08-13T23:01:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:20.936+08:00The CastawayI trod onto the hard sands, castaway but not lost.Flung like a rock out of a mean kid's catapult, uselesswishbone of brittle twig,I found my way to where I was to go:away. My ship has changed its course but it doesn't matter. I thinkI will be back aboard: I can swim, I can craft a ship;in this place that is the wakeof that ship;this place that can hold possibilities like heartshold Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1123334787229936642005-08-06T21:12:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:20.867+08:00sweet nostalgia...that's the reason for my latest flight of absence from these pages...i remember how some games used to entertain me to no end as a child... how i would stay up far later than what my parent's liked to endlessly immerse myself in those realities...well they're all back... while surfing around one day i found www.the-underdogs.org and there i found those games that i used to play Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1122302529611022602005-07-25T22:08:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:20.791+08:00well well well...school's open again!well for some of us at least...have fun everybody... you all must come back and tell me what's the entire university thing like...i mean like if everybody has been saying that's what we should be doing and where we should be headed for then it must be something right...?err... right...?anyways...i have read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince...and you all Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1119796341135840312005-06-26T22:38:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:20.646+08:00hello...well i was just watching the Oprah show on The Desperate Housewives (not the desperate housewives that she searches all America for) and i just realised that Plath, in so much of her poetry meditating on women and post-marital life, was so far ahead of her time and society...like wow...i imagine that she too was once the picture perfect desperate housewife... a veritable celebrity in Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1118071197393129962005-06-06T23:23:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:20.575+08:00ello everybody...i think i'm settled on the colour now...it reminds me of autumn... i like it...haha...i can't write a thing... it's almost hilarious the way i infuriate myself trying to fill up endless rows of empty staves...but i think i'll take a breather for now...there's music playing at the back of my head... and i swear one of these days i'll finally get it down... not exactly what's been Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1116691174110683262005-05-21T23:56:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:20.505+08:00well as you all can see... the place now looks dramatically different...well leave comments and tell me what you think ok...and oh yar i drew the graphic myself...Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1116162539309269672005-05-15T20:35:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:20.438+08:00ah... goodness... it's been awhile now hasn't it...hello there...a train ride home today saw me watch two kids playing on the train... it was one of those old playthings almost nobody knows of nowadays... a tube of gum... you squeeze a little out onto a tiny straw, and then blow and it inflates into a little bubble...the bubble's pretty hardy... might last for even a day if you're careful with itNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1114956853153258362005-05-01T21:38:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:20.373+08:00hello there everybody...i went to watch a movie yesterday... alone...it was the 9.30 pm show...and the process of buying a ticket went something like this...ME: Hi, can I have one ticket for "Infection" please?UNLUCKY GIRL AT BOX OFFICE NINE-O'CLOCK SHIFT: One?ME: Yes one... (looks expectantly UGABONS)UGABONS: ...err... OK.(UGABONS tries to maintain an even voice and almost succeeds. She Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1113830851431917032005-04-18T21:27:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:20.305+08:00ok let's have a second go at this...i was writing about how i seem to have difficulty writing anything that's of any worth nowadays...and i looked at what i had written and got so turned off i deleted it all...so here we go again...yes... it's rather like living through a slow onset of dementia... just that hopefully it's a two-year stint that i can recover from...i wonder what my efficacy with Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1113223706098296762005-04-11T20:27:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:20.235+08:00hello there everybody...it's been a while now hans't it... well i've been rather busy... and am now suffering from a minor bout of gastric infection...thus i can find the time at last to write...thus i shall launch directly to my latest tirade...goodness have you seen the latest reality tv shows?in a recent wave of stupidity unprecedented in the history of television, viewers across the world areNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1111933455004337892005-03-27T21:40:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:20.170+08:00i think it's time to say a few words of thanks...to a very special person...and He's right up there now...this year has been pretty good so far... and i think mere luck and hard work have exhausted themselves quite long ago...there's got to be more than that at work...straight distinctions... i know i studied hard... i can well remember now the things that i gave up then...but still... thank you.Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1110987890547544192005-03-16T23:34:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:20.105+08:00Iranian bloggers denied freedom of expression.What's freedom of speech and expression to you if half the world still can't critique, debate or even reply...?Do something about it...Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1110897692386751842005-03-15T22:40:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:20.040+08:00ello everybody...(oh look i alliterated...oh well i admit i am a little dotty today...)thank yous to everyone who gave me a present, called, messaged, or remembered my birthday...thank you!haha...anyways...bought myself a copy of The Hunchback of Notre-Dame (no not Mr. Affable Technicolor "it's what's inside that matters" Cartoon Hulk but the one-and-a-quarter inch Complete and Unabridged kind [Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1110645402780102072005-03-13T12:36:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:19.971+08:00hello there everybody...ahh... the feeling of going out and coming home late and knowing that you can do the same for tomorrow and the day after is one that i truly relish...seeing that i'm now free of the darn island which for so long had been my only source of blogging material... i shall indulge in what i best remember i did before...indulge in my ego...happy birthday to me!haha... yes now Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1110424413265200292005-03-10T11:12:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:19.902+08:00hello everybody...i'm fantastically happy with my results...haha...euphoric...? yes...but that doesn't last does it...?contentment...that's what remains...at least i know that all the work i put in the last two years... all the late night studying... frantic note taking...all that, i can now truly say, has engendered something i can be proud of...four distinctions...it's not so much that i can Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1109432745589948972005-02-26T22:52:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:19.833+08:00hello people yet again...and let me tell you about the wonderful people in Tekong yet again...come come come...sit and listen...so we're out in the hot sun... and all blistering our butts away sitting down listening to this guy talk...he's supposed teach us all unarmed close combat...salva me...so anyway he says...no wait...he barks..."I DO NOT WANT TO FIND ANY HARD OBJECTS ON ANYBODY! OR YOU ALLNachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1108826384061995362005-02-19T22:45:00.001+08:002006-11-03T23:10:19.759+08:00hello everybody...let me tell you about the wonderful people i have met on the island of Tekong...argh...so we're having physical training in the hall...which... incidentally... is indoors...now keep that point in mind... it's important...so anyway... we're all bored and wanting to be someplace else... when this guy turns around and says to me (in all earnestness... bless him...)"Why doesn't it Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1108189565788540592005-02-12T13:49:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:19.549+08:00hello there...many people have been asking if i'm ok-yes of course you are! now say "thank you" to all those nice concerned people.yes... thank you for asking... i'm fine...well i suppose then i have to explain-the rather alarming spate of depressing posts recently. hmm, yes you do need to explain all that.you see now...the very purpose of this place is to talk about my life-tsk!yes how Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1107959295064701892005-02-09T21:36:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:19.481+08:00hello there...there are some things in life which make me wonder...yes yes i know violence and arms are some of them and you all think i'm going to write some long, self-righteous essay on it...but no...tonight i shall lower myself to more base affairs... it's time to bitch...tonight i shall talk about the asshole who loves the army...better known as The Military Freak..."... the civilian in me Nachtilerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428400950817815267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488451.post-1107851649626454752005-02-08T16:20:00.000+08:002006-11-03T23:10:19.418+08:00hello everybody...
happy holidays...
the feeling of being back on mainland is...
well...
euphoric bliss...
observe while i enjoy it...
ahh...
anyways... i have a long stretch to enjoy starting now to sunday...
and i'm off to enjoy it...
yes yes there's much to say and long verbose posts to put up to convince myself and all of you that i haven't lost it but that all can wait...
for now...
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